One Day @ A Time

Zach broke his arm yesterday at school. Poor guy, left forearm, radius AND ulna, SNAP! We saw the xrays but were not allowed to take pix of our son in his bed for the obvious security risk of hospitals having their pix taken... dumb, dumb, dumb, in that I'm sure the Muslim lady down the ward was unconsciously (in that she was unconscious) taking notes for whichever terror cell she belongs to, in readiness for ridding the world of infidel hospitals everywhere...

Ah, where would we be without our political correctness run stupid...? This is precisely the hysteria that made Hitler's job so much simpler.

...but this is a blg about coffee and the joys of being back in business for ourselves...

I've done two mornings at ...the cafe we are buying but not allowed to name or show publicly yet.

I am loving it and can't wait to use that la Cimbali for myself! In the meantime I'm trying to get out and exercise every morning to make sure I'm up to it, after months and months of sitting in front of a computer screen!

Ciao!