The Java Domain

Tuesday, January 10, 2006 | comments (0)
Sometimes I wish Catherine drank coffee. It would make me feel more connected to her. I mean, how can I make sense of my spouse, this person with whom I share a home, when she does not wake up and crave coffee first thing in the morning? What am I to make of this perplexing and entirely unnatural behavior?

Then again, if Catherine was a coffee drinker, it might force us into certain arguments about how best to prepare the coffee. She might insist on making the coffee weak, which is a sin that ranks right up there with blasphemy, as far as I'm concerned. Thou shalt not drink weak coffee.

In the end, I suppose it is better this way. There are certain advantages and comforts to being the only java junkie in the house. I rule the coffee domain. I am master of all things coffee. That's about all I'm master of here, so I suppose I should enjoy it.

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