this morning #2236.

this morning, the best part of waking up was not folgers in her cup. she was all about the chock full o’ nuts. been brought up sniffing it in the kitchen. smelling it on mom’s breath. watched mom drink cup after cup of the stuff every single day for decades. watched her do so almost all the way up to the day that she passed away. now that mom’s gone, her reaction to the smell has grown into something much more visceral. chock full o’ nuts. decisively distinct from any other brand. so much so that it now prevents her from enjoying anything else. doesn’t matter one drip where that coffee comes from. quality be damned. so much sentiment wrapped up in that first cup of the morning that, these days, she simply can’t imagine starting her morning any other way.