heading into the weekend
A somewhat discombobulating week is coming to an end, although of course things might improve over the weekend. Early on Thursday morning I was waiting for my coffee to come up in the small stovetop espresso pot but it didn’t. I waited some more, fed the dogs, then put milk in the microwave. Still I was waiting. I felt troubled because the coffee didn’t come up. But then, as I was looking glumly at the moka pot in the gloomy dawn light, I noticed that I was staring at it sitting on the counter, not on the gas. The gas was on, burning a gentle blue. This sums up my week. The past few nights were windy, very windy. Nothing really breaks the wind in my street. I wake up often when it is windy, the noise is quite something. Then, maybe Tuesday night, about 3 am, I woke up to the sound of a chainsaw. I naturally assumed that I had gone mad because who would be doing chainsaw work in the middle of the night? I decided not to mention it because I didn’t want anyone think I was madd...
