We have developed a nighttime routine that works (for now!). We do whatever we do that evening (a walk, cook, etc.) and then, if there's time, watch a bit of tv. Maybe we'll have a little snack, maybe we won't. After an episode or so it is time for bed and Matt leaves the couch to grind coffee and prepare the pot for the next morning. (I do my part by staying on the couch cuddling with the dog.) Finally, he takes the dog out while I scoot upstairs and start getting ready for bed. That was background to introduce today's featured topic, which is the delight that is the smell of that coffee. Freshly ground, its smell finds my nose all the way from the kitchen. I have always loved the smell of coffee, since well before I enjoyed the bitter taste. The smell is earthy but also heady. It is perfection. It is ecstasy. It is comfort and excitement. If I happen to be in the kitchen instead of on the couch during coffee-prep time I stick my nose deep into the grinder and breathe in. It sends me off to bed hopeful about the morning to come.
I started this post many weeks ago and didn't post it so I've lost the original date, but it was from the relatively early days of lockdown. Maybe a few weeks in? Here goes: -------------- Probably none of this is interesting, but these are the things I've noticed during lockdown in Spain... I am fine for a while but then I need an open window, thirsty for signs of life. The mornings are quiet. I sleep late most mornings, in part thanks to nightly Benadryl but mostly because I can, so I do. I check my email, Instagram, and Twitter. I'm not much into social media, so none of this takes long. But I will check Twitter continuously during the morning waiting for some piece of information to take away some of the uncertainty, or to distract me for a while. My Twitter feed is slow until early afternoon, when the east coast starts to wake up and activate. Before then it is mostly European updates, sometimes news and sometimes pictures or funny videos or articles. It...
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