Finish the cup of coffee

I am a simple person. I drink coffee black. I don’t like it too hot, but if it’s warm, I won’t drink it. Weird, I know. I refuse to complicate my order at the coffee shop. Medium-sized cup, light roast — that’s what I order. It’s part of a routine cultivated from being over-worked and under-recovered. Most everyone I know does something similar. We all have our thing — a hurried meditation with the self. Even on the days I wake up early and run…