Il y a quelques semaines, j'ai cassé ma cafetière à piston favorite; celle que mes cousins France et Edmond m'ont donnée comme cadeau il y a peut-être dix ans. J'en suis désolée. Alors, récemment,quand j'ai acheté 20 sacs de café de Cafe Britt, j'ai acheté aussi une petite cafetière de "3 tasses." Je me demande de quelle taille sont ces tasses imaginaires? Voilà -- c'est plutôt moins d'une de mes tasses! Mais je dois dire que c'est le bon café fort. I would continue in French (I need the practice) but it's after midnight and even this lovely coffee is not keeping my brain alert. So, back to English...and more posting about nothing. Out and about today, driving Marty to his haircut appointment and picking him up at the bank because his car is in the body shop from the deer hit-and-run. *Note - it was the deer who hit him and ran, not the other way around. I won't bore you with the rest of the chores, but I actually cooked tonight and we ate in. Chicken. The problem with chicken is that no matter how much of it I eat, I am hungry an hour or two later. I am not joking. Tonight, in between trips to the refrigerator, I did some therapy sewing. Have you ever seen the bumper sticker that says "art saves lives"? Well, tonight I was on somebody's blog called Sewing Saves Sanity. I am testing that theory. I took down the color experiment from yesterday and back up went the strips. I went back to sewing because I realized that you can't make anything worthwhile without inventory; i.e. sewed-together strips. The picture I took with my iPhone because I was too lazy to get out of the chair, is terrible, so I won't bother posting it. I am almost finished listening to Beethoven's piano concerto #3 in C major and am on my way to bed. Let's hope for more visuals tomorrow.