So, the very first thing I did today was trip and fall. HARD! My left knee is bruised with two cuts. My right elbow is bruised with 4 scratches. I have a goose egg on my forehead and my shoulders are killing me. My glasses are bent & my cane is broken.
But I have taken some ibuprofen and made a cup of coffee.
Coffee makes everything better.
Coffee makes everything better.
This reminds me of when my mom died. I knew she was going to die. She had fallen and had a concussion. She was not getting better. She told the hospital no more food and water. Well, that puts an end to things quickly. That was her choice as much as I hated it. Anyway, my sisters
My sisters called to tell me she died. It was about 6 AM. I started to cry. My oldest sister said, "Go make some coffee. Coffee makes everything better."
And my other sister said, "Coffee's a good thing." Which is what my mom said every morning as she drank her first cup.
And my other sister said, "Coffee's a good thing." Which is what my mom said every morning as she drank her first cup.
So we all laughed because coffee is a good thing, something that unites us all. Mom always said "Coffee makes everything better." and "Coffee is a good thing."
Which reminds me of "Independent People," the amazing book by Halldor Laxness. 
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