A POEM FOR MORNINGS
Coffee, coffee, coffee.
Coffee.
Coffee, coffee.
Everyone be quiet
Until I've had my
Coffee.
If you ever want to know what I'm like before I have my first cup of coffee, well... I asked my AI assistant to come up with a visual.
Yep... seems about right. ☕
"It's your hippie dippy traffic man, with the the hippie dippy traffic... man." 😜
Up at 4:30, on TV starting at 5:30. These type of work hours are why coffee was invented.
My wife has learned to never ask me what I'm thinking, because I tend to answer honestly with responses like "I wonder if garden gnomes ride snails like we ride horses."
I also wonder if they like coffee. The gnomes, to be precise, not the snails. I already know snails don't like coffee.
All hands on deck this morning in the TV news business: we're dealing with severe storms with flooding, power outages, wires and trees down, and idiots that still think they can drive like normal causing mayhem on the roadways.
This is one of those mornings when I *really* appreciate working from my home studio.
Managing editor of The Chattanooga Pulse website, best-selling SF/F editor, traffic reporter, sometime musician, kitten wrangler, lover of tropical shirts.