Slept on the boat, and in the morning the cat nudged me awake.
Rob had made his specialty morning coffee. We've been enjoying it for months and it's become part of our morning routine. He makes it using the coffee maker we picked up in Tuscany, with skim milk steamed and frothed, topped with grated chocolate. A daily indulgence! Somehow it tastes even better on a Friday morning on the boat.
I wonder why that phrase, 'wake up and smell the coffee' is so often used in a negative way? I guess it is the person is lost in their dreams and coffee is meant to be a sharp smell that snaps them back to reality. But hey, reality can be pretty excellent sometimes and coffee smells great.