What my husband said this morning that brough tears to my eyes

I feel as though I am not whole this morning. A part of me is missing, a very important part.
I groggily got out of bed at 6am this morning, and my husband just fed the cats. He begins to make coffee, except he keeps opening and shutting the cupboards and frantically says to me "where is the Coffee?!?" I panic. We are out of coffee, just a small handful of oily dark beans, about half of what we normally use. I have to say I almost cried. So here I sit, drinking weak coffee and it seems that the universe is having a good laugh at this. There is a running story about coffee on the morning news program, talking about all the different coffee blends in Seattle Cafe's. They are showing the dark rich steamy goodness pouring into large bulbous mugs. I can almost smell it, but I can't, my coffee is too weak. Even now, the advertisement next to my post here is for a hotel chain, a photo showing a happy couple with their noses buried deep in white coffee mugs while cuddled in bed. It is a very cruel joke.
I order my coffee online from a place in Olympia.
The coffee is called Dancing Goats.
They are roasted in My states capitol and the beans are from fair trade, organic, shade grown, etc farms. I am not completely sure what all that means, but it translates into a delicious cup of dark yumminess. I take no cream or sugar in my cup of coffee, only joy, comfort and happiness. I never really liked the super sweet lattes or mochas, I don't want anything to cover up the taste of my delicious dark java. I never liked starbucks coffee, too bitter and acidic. I hear from a roaster of yummy coffees it is because they roast their beans hot and fast, it keeps the bitterness and the acids in tact. He said the longer the roast the mellower the taste.
I feel like I need a wheelchair for my eyelids, I have a handicap today. I am not whole, someone cut out the part of me that comes alive with a couple of cups of dark, thick, heavy, steamy, coffee.


Update on the photography class.
It is the same teacher I have always had, he is a bit scattered. I am too. This time, he had an outline, a list of topics to talk about! MUCH better! I may have made a few more friends, which is super cool because I have a hard time with this. During the break my class mates passed around the small stack of photos I brought with me to share (teacher told us to do this at the end of the last class) but nobody else did, besides sherry and she is so shy about her gift (Seriously gifted!) So at break a classmate wanted to see my photos, they got passed around quite a bit. *blush* bunches of compliments. A gal even said that she hopes to learn from me! I admit, I am creative, that is the element that appeals to people I think, I want to execute them well. This is my next step. To be able to take the creative ideas I have in a technically pleasing way.
Sherry decided to try the cut out hearts that I did a few weeks ago. She seemed a little embarassed about "copying" my idea. I had this idea to cut hearts out of fall leaves and photograph them. I did not have anything in my mind as how it should look, so I experimented. I am not happy with the results, but put them out there for others to see. And my secret plan was to have others try this idea out on their own. (that is right Sherry, you fell right into my trap! MWAHAHAHAHA!) Inspiring me to do other things differently. That is the creative juices I like to swim in. The inspirational lake of collected artists ideas and what others do with those same ideas. I am hoping to be able to inspire as well as be inspired. Sherry took this one shot of a tree through the cut out heart in the leaf, Brilliant! This is the type of thing I LOVE! Take the idea and make it yours! Inspire others!

I am off to tackle my day with weak coffee in my belly, barely igniting a fire inside. Maybe a walk in the rain to get more coffee is in order.