Ahh, mornings, the beginning of the day, as some would call it. Some wouldn't, but others would call it morning because that's what it is. I love having coffee in the morning. I usually cup my hands and see how much I can slurp up before it hits the ground. That coffee is hot stuff, let me tell you. After I clean the floor, I usually do this 3 to 4 more times, depending on how sleepy I am. I love taking a nap after my morning coffee to make sure it's working. Every so often, I'll fall asleep, but most of the time, I lie there awake and happy that the coffee is working. I will normally do this for 2-6 hours, depending on the weather outside. Then it's time to start my day! I hop into the kitchen for my first meal and throw the bananas in the pan to sear for a few seconds on each side, just as my father likes it, and voilà. I dive into my breakfast and realize that it's missing something. Another great cup of coffee. I mosey my way over to the coffee pot. I cup both of my hands because I want creamer too this time. I slurp and clean a few times. Whew, what a morning.