Virtues of the Bean

I woke before 5am this morning. I thought it was much later. I put on a pot of coffee, so my mind's awake, but my body is still tired from yesterday's hike. Fantasies are richoceting around in my skull (no, not that kind of fantasy).

I'm thinking about touring Japan by bicycle.

I'm thinking about opening an artsy little coffee shop or a jazz club (like Mr. Murakami).

I'm thinking about winning the homebrew competition at the state fair next year.

I'm thinking about growing all my own food and storing away a year's supply of it (for when the aliens land).

I'm picturing a scene where I go Office Space on my leaders and everybody thinks, "Damn, this guy's got some balls!"

I'm imagining my friends whispering about me when I'm not around, "He's funny turned, but he's got a heart of gold."

I'm thinking that, if I ever publish a collection of short fiction, I'll title it Funny Turned.

I'm imagining throngs of people coming to me for the answers.

I'm imagining I HAVE the answers.

I'm wondering if I'm building momentum for a mid-life crisis.

I'm wondering if I should ask a close and reliable friend to lock me in the cellar before the next full moon.

I'm thinking how freaked out I'd be if I looked over at the window right now and saw somebody looking in.

I'm wondering if the rest of the world knows about Coffee.