While Ken enjoys a couple of cuppas (tea) in the morning, I drink coffee made in a "French press." We both drank coffee for a while from an automatic drip machine but, for some reason, we tired of that. Ken went back to tea and I started up again with coffee. And one lump of sugar. Actually, it's a half-lump.
One of our two-cup French press coffee pots.
It's raining this morning. I suppose that means there's no chance of seeing the landscaper today. Ugh.
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