A Good Cup of Decaf Joe

At one time, I had this painted picture of a coffee cup with the urban definition of a "cup of joe" that hung in our kitchen as decoration.  Each morning I would see it as I made myself a cup of coffee to wake me up each day.  Today I sit with a cup of decaf joe, therefore doing nothing for my sleep deprived mind, but providing a calming ambiance none-the-less.  And for that coffee cup picture, it's floating somewhere in the Thrift-store world.

Josselyn is fast asleep so I'm getting in a good blogging session.  The house is quiet as most are still asleep even though its well past 9am.  The coffee is a little too hot so I must sit and anxiously wait for the first sip.

I had always thought it would be fun to open up a coffee shop.  The town I grew up with isn't so Coffee Shop savvy.  There's one pretty well known coffee shop that most like to hang out at, but its pretty barren compared to a few of my favorites.  The 419 Veronese Gallery and Cafe in Fullerton, California sparked this random desire to have a coffee/tea shop of my own.  It has a garden with antiques.  You can grab a blanket from one of their shelfs and cuddle up to a cup of coffee or tea and under a blanket of trees.  It's absolutely breathtaking.

But as for my humble coffee moment, I sit in my pj's of Jon's over sized shirt and last year's Christmas pants drinking some decaf Hazelnut coffee... hmm... what will spark my brain today?