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We'd planned on going to an early movie today, but I slept badly and late, but got up and started coffee. I have 2-3 8 oz cups of strong dark-roast coffee every morning. H has a pot or two of weak light-roast coffee with sugar and nondairy creamer every morning. I make mine first and decant it into a thermos and then make his. I'd just started mine when he wandered into the kitchen and vulched (my term for hovering like a vulture and making the ill nervous). I poured his 16-oz. mug full of 2/3 of my pot of coffee and got him out of my hair. I had my one cup, and as we were going to be sitting in a movie theatre shortly, thought better of having more coffee. I asked if he wanted more.

"You making more?" No, not for me, but I can make you another mug or two if you like.

"No, that's okay. This is good."

The morning was miserable, rainy, gloomy, to match my mood. I realized I really wasn't in any mindspace for a movie, and said so. H had errands to run anyway, so we decided not to go. He left on his errands, and I finished my one cup of coffee and decided more would be good. I made enough to have my second and third cups. I'd just poured the second when H came home. "Any coffee?" the hopeful eyebrow quirked.

Sigh.

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We'd planned on going to an early movie today, but I slept badly and late, but got up and started coffee. I have 2-3 8 oz cups of strong dark-roast coffee every morning. H has a pot or two of weak light-roast coffee with sugar and nondairy creamer every morning. I make mine first and decant it into a thermos and then make his. I'd just started mine when he wandered into the kitchen and vulched (my term for hovering like a vulture and making the ill nervous). I poured his 16-oz. mug full of 2/3 of my pot of coffee and got him out of my hair. I had my one cup, and as we were going to be sitting in a movie theatre shortly, thought better of having more coffee. I asked if he wanted more.

"You making more?" No, not for me, but I can make you another mug or two if you like.

"No, that's okay. This is good."

The morning was miserable, rainy, gloomy, to match my mood. I realized I really wasn't in any mindspace for a movie, and said so. H had errands to run anyway, so we decided not to go. He left on his errands, and I finished my one cup of coffee and decided more would be good. I made enough to have my second and third cups. I'd just poured the second when H came home. "Any coffee?" the hopeful eyebrow quirked.

Sigh.