By Marianne the Chicago Bogger
Thou still unravished pot of Starbucks bean
Thou foster child of cocoa and green tea
Target bought brewer with brown stains to bear
Set each morning to rendezvous with me.
With dried crust set sweetly around your rim
In need of sayers to determine our fate
You prayed I would simply put you through the washer
But my passion has found your chance too late.
|I rinse it out each morning. And afternoon. And evening. I like coffee.|
Holy crap, trying to match Keats' meter and rhyme just took all the fun out of expressing my immortal love for that first morning cup. Because with a 6 am wake-up time throughout the remainder of the school year, I am going to be worshipping the stuff.
The Chicago Public School year begins!!!
So here's what we got:
- Danny dropped off at bus stop for selective enrollment school: crack o' dawn
- Jack picked up by stiff uncle still recovering from roof fall during a fire: slightly after crack o' dawn
- Joey picked up by big yellow school bus: your guess is as good as mine
Oh, but there's more...
Without a full understanding of how many actual hours I have to work with, I managed to inject daily doses of study in the areas of swimming, chess, basketball, hockey, violin, and piano.
I know I have no right to complain. I did it all to myself. This is going to suck. Yet even armed with that knowledge, I'm still researching a day that can work for us to fit in the White Sox baseball training program.
If anyone's listening, can you please call Dr. Drew?
In the meantime, I'll make coffee.