Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Given my long and difficult hunt for a cup of coffee this morning (see previous blog entry), there was a time when that would have set the mood for my day. It doesn't anymore. That bit's over and I'm in to my work day, happily sipping on my nice fresh mocha. The troubles of the past are in the past, and like my father before me, I am trying to work my morning's troubles into a good story with the requisite gut busting punch line. It's all about timing and presentation.