7H: condo living!
A highlight is receiving the package of my club coffee, as I call it, in the mail every month. It arrived last week, but I waited until last evening to open it, to count easily how long it lasts, starting with the first mug on April Fool's Day. Every morning I have one eight-ounce serving, kept hot in my magic mug while I sip it, slowly, sometimes over the first hour of my morning. There's other coffee here, which Linda drinks, and which I also drink if I want a second mug. The club coffee gets rationed out, though, one per day, with two of those little coffee scoopers-full for the eight ounce cup. Sometimes I have a little snack to go with it, this morning a thick slice of Braunschweiger, German liverwurst from Aldi's, held between two square saltine crackers, the saltines buttered lightly so as to hold to the liverwurst. The saltine crackers we brought home from Captain's Table across the street, where we went for oysters after church last Sunday. Large oysters fr...