I noticed something when I was making coffee yesterday in our kitchen. I ran the beans through the electric grinder, took the lid off, and the smell transported me back to 2020.
At the height of Covid, before we had vaccines and we were confined to home for weeks at a time, I substituted my morning coffee shop run with brewing it at home. In a world that was somehow uncertain yet tedious, I liked that I at least had control over this one part of my life. I’d brew the coffee, take it out to the balcony, set up the laptop, and repeat the same day I’d had for weeks.
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