Black Coffee in My Cup

An ordinary Mr. Coffee drip thru black steaming liquid in my mug feels like a jumpstart to the day. Could be the brain’s reward center perked up to the caffeine or I’m just downright old fashioned. My Aunt Lela always had Mr. Coffee on her kitchen counter. She said, “They were cheap & they lasted several years & the coffee tasted exactly like camping coffee.” I would say back, “You can’t beat that.” Really, the trees make life happen. – Tu Bears