Snow Melt

Not only did I fall off the desk,

"Invalid Entry"  I fell straight through the floor into a huge vat of coffee. This, however, was not ordinary coffee. It was Turkish coffee. Its rich sweet savor set my senses on fire.

After swimming in the vat of coffee for several hours and drinking as much of it as I could. Someone finally fished me out. Literally, my rescuer used a fishing pole bated with chocolate to catch me. He reeled me to the edge of the vat, which looked a lot like a gigantic porcelain cup.

Once out of the vat or should I say huge cup of coffee, I realized that my rescuer looked a lot like Juan Valdez, who grows coffee somewhere in south America (Columbia I think) and advertises (or used to advertise) for a well known brand of coffee. I cannot remember precisely which national brand he advertises for because rather then looking at the brand of coffee, I look at the price and the size of the can. Poverty requires sacrifices.

Anyway getting back to coffee, I really should not go more then one days without it. When I go without it for a week or two at a time, I start having odd dreams. True I usually have weird and odd dreams, but not about coffee. I have never gone more then three weeks without a cup of coffee, so I do not know what would happen if I did. The truth is I do not want to find out.

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