Alan Watts and Morning Coffee

This morning's blend is delicious. It all started last night when Miss and I were grocery shopping. She had a coupon for coffee so I bought a cinnamon blend. I ground and sprayed it this morning, checking for beetles. When a sufficient amount had been brewed I filled up a chalice, hopped on the bike and took off. It's a secret how I managed to get a full cup of hot coffee to work on a motorcycle, but Alan Watts' lecture on Existential Mysticism and the Four Buddhas had a little role ...
This weekend is going to be busy.
I've taken on a few odd-jobs in the community to make some extra scrills. Saturday I'll be starting a basic landscaping project for an old English bird. I expect the project to take two weekends. I don't plan on working Sunday though, because the SoCal Norton Owners Group is throwing the annual Hansen Dam ride. Without getting into too many details, it's a biggun'. It shall consume the day!
Missy had a rough night. I didn't bother to ask what was wrong, but I assume she couldn't get comfortable again. Either that or she was warm. See, thing is, her body temp is high all the time, so she sleeps with a fan on her, no blankets, window cracked. It gets very cold at night. I find myself coaxing cats into bed next to me so I can wear them as hats, scarves or what have you. The cats were being very cattish last night and it was nice to snuggle with them and pretend they were teddy bears or spiders.
I also bought a 12-Pack of miller lite at the grocery store, which I am very excited for. I drank a bottle last night after I slammed my scalp into the underside of the freezer door. Missy was stocking the freezer and I was stocking the fridge and she didn't warn me when I stood up. It fucking hurt very bad and I cursed many times. I grabbed a beer and ran outside!