This morning, as I poured my creamer into my coffee, I took the time to enjoy the swirls it made. I have had several people look at me today, hesitate, and say I look tired. I suspect I must look like something else, but politeness dictates that “tired” is socially acceptable. There are many things that probably would be more correct, but I just replied that I’d had a very long weekend and that coffee should straighten it all out. My story today (and for the last few months, actually) isn’t very interesting. But cream does make beautiful swirls in a big cup of hot coffee. Today the sun is shining and the clouds make beautiful swirls in a big summer sky.
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