As I sit and listen to the rain pounding down around the house, sipping at my coffee, I can't help but think "coffee sure is delicious." Maybe this isn't the epiphany that you expected, but bear with my confused tastebuds a moment. For the past seven months, things that ought to taste good haven't always and things that I don't generally care for have made the grocery list more than they ever have before.
It's so wonderful to enjoy a cup of coffee. Don't worry, I won't finish it. The tastebuds aren't quite back to being on my team yet. The steady rain is music to my ears as I relax into the week. Not really time for that though. I should already be getting ready for choir.
It amuses me how coffee, delightful happy blackest brew, can polarize people taste wise. I remember a jolly occasion where a good friend of mine, let's call her "Terra", accidently grabbed my black coffee instead of her apple cider.
I'm sure you can imagine the rest.