Perfect Cup

Every morning I walk myself down to the dining hall and get my cereal, fruit, milk, and coffee. There are at least five different coffees to choose from and that is wonderful, but who needs that many decision after rolling out of bed. Personal coffee makers make the best choice. You make a decision once, go to the grocery and make another decision for which coffee you want. Luckily, this decision lasts for a few weeks or so.
However, this morning I made my choice: 6th Street Bistro Blend. Bold and dark. Usually I get to the cashier, whip out my card to pay and the lady always asks me if I want a bag. I always decline a bag. I really shouldn't though. I dropped my cereal this morning. Once again, this is not the point. Here's the point: I got the perfect blend in my coffee this morning. I didn't put too much sugar or too much half and half. It was amazing. I need to remember that perfect coffee is the color of a dirty penny. It looks like a penny from the 70's, probably like the ones the school here should still have since it is stuck in the pre-computer age.
Speaking of the 70's, my mom and I are 30 years apart to the day. She completed her undergrad 30 years ago. I feel like I have time warped to her college days with the way this school is run. Oh well.