I can taste the coffee and feel the moist steam rise as the hot mug warms my hands. I hear the clanging kitchen and muffled chatter. You captured the ambiance.
Oh I do agree. I, too, have cut way back but as I walk my neighborhood street in the early mornings giving my pedometer a work out I can smell the coffee and bacon (both things I have given up) and only dream of 'if onlies'.
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