Yes, I love my coffee

My friends all know that I am not a morning person and sometimes I need a nap in the afternoon. I am not a night owl, either, but have more of a tendency to be a late night knitter. The phrase "just one more row" comes to mind. It is hard to find a stopping place in my knitting. I get in the groove and time flies. So to put it mildly, I desperately need my coffee the next day. I love the taste of it, the smell of it when it is grinding and brewing. My alarm clock is the beep of my coffee maker. My sweet Michael sets it up for me the night before and lets me know when it is done in the morning. With this new carafe, it does not get that nasty taste of being on the burner too long. That is helpful if I have had a rough night with pain and need a few more ZZZZZZZZZZZZ's.
I forgot to mention one of my favorite gifts from my Michael. It is a CD of guitar music, no voices, no songs and very few, if any, other instruments. It is just pure, acoustical guitar beauty. It is called "Guitar Fingerstyle2". I love the sound of the fingers sliding on the frets. A cup of good coffee, my guitar music on, my heated throw on my lap, in my favorite chair, and an enticing knitting project with yummy yarn, spells pure comfort for me!!! (to my friends I would say that it makes "my liver quiver")
I finished my table runner last night. I have it soaking, ready to be blocked. I will photo it after I pin it out. I started the edging on another one. It is a nice project to always have going. Much better than socks. I almost know the pattern stitches by heart. I have worked them so much. Well, the blocking board is calling.