Morning Ritual
Coffee and newspaper.
I start every single day with coffee and newspaper.
The newspaper is delivered to my doormat.
The one that says “Home …eet…”
The rest is worn off.
Has been like that for as long as I can remember.
The coffee I get from work.
(I work at home, so you could say that I get my coffee from home.)
I never leave home (or work).
When I call Dad, he sends men to my house and they never leave.
At least not for a while.
At least not before they have travelled through me, out of me and through the sewage drain and finally out of my home (and workplace).
I get my coffee from them.
Bone is hard and when I grind it, it makes a lot of noise.
My neighbors complain a lot.
I will invite them for coffee soon.
