Whine, whine. I’m drinking cold coffee on a Sunday morning for the last hour, hence, the coldness. Ideally, I should be packing up the house, grading papers, reading assignments, and planning for this week
Instead, I’m deeply mesmerized by this Every now and then, I really miss Athens and can hardly believe that this has happened in Athens. It happens everywhere. Mostly, I’m sad for Professor Teague, who lost her husband for no reason, if there can be any reason for anything.
We just wake up every morning and make coffee. Get excited for the day. And then let the coffee sit too long before we realize it’s cold. We just drink it anyways.