A bitter cup of coffee

It’s been so crazy the past weeks – or months perhaps, I keep losing track – that I haven’t had time to brew a decent cup of coffee at home. Well, my aching neck and back (shitty bed over the weekend, I’m not getting old, shut up!) woke me up early, so today was the day. Beside me is a hot and bitter cup of black coffee of unknown origin, because the beans were not in their original packaging anymore. It’s really good, I’ve missed this.