With apologies to those of you who are farther north and even colder than I am, this kind of weather makes me tired, tense, and anxious. So the last thing I needed, even after stepping out in -22F wind chill to start and run my car for a bit and take a turn at snow sweeping, was a heavy hit of caffeine. But the thing I needed most was something with meat on its bones to warm me up.
This is a good compromise. While it would never fool anyone into thinking it’s coffee, the chicory is dark and just a little sweet; the cinnamon and spice is enough to warm you up and recharge your draining batteries.
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I love this one so much
I love your notes, g. You know how to take care of yourself with tea.
None of our cats are in a cuddling mood this afternoon. Roastaroma is as close as I could get to a purring hot pad.
Something about the snow has my cat a ball of frisk today!
When I bought this condo I was told our monthly HOA went into them providing snow removal. I have yet to see this in action. After trying to clear a walking path in 6"+ packed snow with a house broom to get to the grocery store, I finally bought my own shovel, convinced this “paid snow removal” service is a unicorn. Harumph.
Rogue rural redneck here…I’ve never thought very highly of HOA’s, but as hubby and I get older, yard service does sound more and more appealing.
As to the cats…ours have mighty, mighty cabin fever. The kitchen floor is a muddle of pawprints from one-minute “let meow-t, no let me in!” runs and the living room has lost the Battle of the Catnip Mice.
I love this one so much
I love your notes, g. You know how to take care of yourself with tea.
None of our cats are in a cuddling mood this afternoon. Roastaroma is as close as I could get to a purring hot pad.
Something about the snow has my cat a ball of frisk today!
When I bought this condo I was told our monthly HOA went into them providing snow removal. I have yet to see this in action. After trying to clear a walking path in 6"+ packed snow with a house broom to get to the grocery store, I finally bought my own shovel, convinced this “paid snow removal” service is a unicorn. Harumph.
Rogue rural redneck here…I’ve never thought very highly of HOA’s, but as hubby and I get older, yard service does sound more and more appealing.
As to the cats…ours have mighty, mighty cabin fever. The kitchen floor is a muddle of pawprints from one-minute “let meow-t, no let me in!” runs and the living room has lost the Battle of the Catnip Mice.