This week, I used a french press for the first time ever. It’s almost torture waiting for the coffee to seep a bit. I distracted myself by taking photos. The coffee is pretty good, though it might also have to do with the fresh ground coffee. OR the splash of milk I put in. OR the fact that I know it will unzombify me. OR because my mug is so cheerful. I think it’s everything combined–the beauty, the deliciousness, the effectiveness, the happiness.