By the time my wife and I arrived at Cracker Barrel, I was so ready for coffee that I took pictures of items that mentioned my morning drug. The sayings on the bookcase sign and coffee mug in the store reminded me of memes that friends sometimes share with me on Facebook.
I don’t know if I was particularly tired that Sunday or if I have gotten spoiled by strong, dark-roast coffee. The coffee I drank with breakfast seemed to be as weak as what I call “church coffee.” When we got home, I brewed myself a full pot of the stronger stuff.
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