A Matter Of Degree

Last night I had a rather lengthy post almost finished, when I decided to delete it completely. Realized what I was going to tell you was old news, I just didn't want to see it actually might be true.

You see, I read this funny "What he says/What he means"-thing. Like I really didn't know that he's just not that interested when he blames his absence on too much work and other commitments? Or that he's probably not gonna call even if he said he would... So, me writing about how I felt struck by that piece seemed a little superfluous.

OK, let's move on, let's talk about something totally different. Like coffee. Always a safe topic; innocent and sweet. On the other hand, coffee can be both dark and seductive. This time it's a little of both, 'cause that's the way the beans came out when I roasted them myself. Yep, home-roasted coffee. Delicious, if you wanna know. Too bad I didn't buy that much of the raw, green beans. But there's more in the shop when I go back to Sweden next week. There I can also get some help from my father to develop and build some proper roasting equipment. Already have an idea for a hand-cranked drum-thingie to place on the gas-top. Will probably be a lot easier to control the outcome that way. And isn't that what we always aim for?