We’ve finally hit the Christmas break point where I wake up thinking, Now what day is this? Today, you can add Is it morning yet? Sky is the color of an old bicycle tire.
The plus side is time to sneak in a good contemplative morning steep instead of grabbing a bag and flying out the door.
After nearly a year (and a huge bag, gift from husband, that I am honor-bound to appreciate), I still haven’t contemplated this enough. I like Keemuns that lean toward the grass-hay-and-burlap spectrum; this lands more in the wet wood and saddle leather flavor family. It isn’t terrible, it’s just puzzling.