One good thing about these high end hotels where we hold our sales conference is the the hotel’s commitment to providing an abundance of coffee in the morning.
Speaking of coffee, I had the oddest dream the other night. In my dream there was an online service where you could upload your unused coffee to a web site to make it available to others to download free of charge.
It was for those times when you brew a pot of coffee, but don’t finish it. It wasn’t for uploading a half drunk cup of used coffee though I could see that as a potential abuse of the service.
Cynthia tells me it strikes her as a very “Jay-like” dream. I have to agree.
Give Me Coffee
It is good to see the shots of San Antonio. To stumble upon a picture that reminds me of Texas, especially the parts of it I liked and miss is great. Then there is this shot. Of coffee urns. I do not think that there is a coffee urn left in western Washington. I have certainly not seen one in ten years. How totally nostalgic!
Your dream of coffee sort of reminds me of how I felt when I found the compressed coffee grounds logs winter before last. Have you tried one yet? They smell ever so much better than Presto or DuraFlame. And it is good to find something to do with that used grounds.