Here’s my “black coffee” this morning.
Double infuriating: everytime I tell people that “baristas” and coffee people can’t comprehend the concept of black coffee, I get back talk. Here’s the first coffee I’ve ordered in 10 years because of this persistent problem, guess what, they lived up to the complaint… they can’t formulate the concept of black coffee in their own mind.
Life is alright if you accept entropy as a natural part of it.
It’s not rolling with the punches, it’s being happy with life making itself less monotonous.
I once accidentally got served an iced latte with macadamia nut milk instead of cow milk and discovered that I really like it.