Our day starts with coffee. On a typical morning, i get up early (6ish seems early to me), go down and make a pot of regular (about 8 cups) and another pot of decaf for my mom, who lives with us. Then i pour a soup-bowl-sized mug for donna, and (depending on my level of fatigue) an 8-12 ounce cup for me, and bring them back up to bed. We sit for a while, drink our coffee, and try to wake up, before launching into the morning's activities. It's the most regular ritual of our day.

Yesterday i was reflecting on the investments we've made to support this familiar and comforting activity.

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