Sunday Morning
It’s a Sunday Morning, and the song’s refrain, “And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad so I had one more for desert” echos back, see Kris Kristofferson.
The song set the pace, but was far from what I was really feeling. Not bad, just pensive and momentary reflections, from looking in the mirror, then looking over my shoulder, where I’d been.
I’ve been working every other Sunday for a few years now, so it’s rare Sunday when I’m not working, not at church, no kids to attend to, and just a quiet house all my own for a few minutes.
Mercury Retrograde in ritual form, in its simplest structure? Coffee. That’s what this was, a single Chemex coffee pot all to myself. The beans were the leftover, the perfect blend of mercurial materials to make it the best. Some Espresso Roast, a little Italian Roast, I think there was a handful of decaf of one variety or another, and then just some regular breakfast blend, with a sprinkled few notes of some artisanal roasted exotic, single-source beans. The bottom of the container, who knows what all is in there?
No music playing. Holiday lights are off. Home is quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator, and it’s me, just me, for a moment, with that pot of coffee.
Sunday Morning
The lyrics alone don’t do it justice.
Faced with family, holidays, and the usual havoc?
Simple idea, no music, no lights, just a pot of coffee, and it wasn’t even “good” coffee, just the leftover beans that accumulate in the bottom, a terrible mishmash of art, artisan, and bulk buying, mixed up in one hellish broth to some.
Mercury Retrograde isn’t bad, as long as this moment of reverie doesn’t go on too long. Whole pot of coffee might be a bit much, but it looked so good — at the time.
Mercury is Retrograde from Dec. 14, ’23 to Jan. 1, ’24 (decent approximation).
the Portable Mercury Retrograde
