The morning cup of coffee is just right today. Sunday's are a different routine here: wind the grandfather's clock, fill my vitamin cups for the week and brew coffee with our old stove top percolater. That percolater reminds me, each week, of my father (gone under the ground these many years now). We would both get up early and he would brew his Navy coffee on the stove (WWII submariner). I would watch and smell it floating across the kitchen. He was my hero.

I drink the coffee, read BF as I cannot stomach the news anymore, and think about where to take my Trek 850 drop bar conversion today. Or maybe install the newly refurbished wheel set on my outdated Nishiki International, then test ride it for a few hours. Hmmmmmmm.