what I crave

I write this on Thursday night, but I am thinking ahead to Friday morning and a quick dash to Starbucks before heading off to a symposium at SILS.

Now make no mistake: I like Starbucks. I do not revile it for being a big corporation. I think their coffee (make mine a whole milk misto) is fine. It will be fine in the AM.

But this, friends, is what I crave: coffee from Safari. Strong, milky, a small spoonful of brown sugar stirred in, a pretty design on top.

Ah, to be back in Vancouver. I know, I whine too much, I am sorry.