Y’all Made My Coffee Get Cold and My Fire Went Out!

In January it’s cold in the Mid Atlantic region of the US.

As I write this, there’s a cold rain falling outside and the air temperature is 39 degrees Fahrenheit.

This morning I took my daughter to Starbucks and she generously bought a hot coffee for her dear ol’ dad.

When we returned home I built a cozy fire in my living room’s fireplace and settled in to do some reading on Medium.

You’ve Sucked Me In

In my short time on this platform, I’ve made quite a few contacts and I’ve been devouring every piece of content that I can from several different genres.

It’s really kind of involuntary. I’m simply drawn in.

I find myself getting lost in poetry, science, history and short stories in a single sitting and in most cases I feel compelled to express my appreciation of talent and passion displayed by the authors.

A few days ago, I joined Be Open and, holy cow, there’s a lot to read and I’m chomping at the bit to dig in.

In fact, morning coffee time with my wife has turned into Kris’ storytelling monologue, recounting the tens-of-thousands of words that I read the day prior.

Don’t get me wrong, I try not to dominate the conversation but lately the primary topic of discussion has been what I’ve been reading here on Medium.

So here I am today, sitting by the warm fire, with a hot cup of freshly brewed coffee next to me.

Until the fire isn’t warm and my coffee is cold.

I had been so caught up in following the trail through the varied collection of my fellow writers’ work that 45 minutes had passed since I took a sip of my coffee or threw a log on the flames.

I’m Not Mad

So, you, dear Medium contributor, have made my flames go out and my get coffee cold.

But I’ll give you a pass this time.

For real though, keep the good stuff coming and I’ll gladly sacrifice a hot beverage and warm flames.

That’s what I’m here for after all.

Writing Made My Arms Fall Off

You all have inspired me so I’m nearly limbless.

Thanks for reading.