We’re not getting any of the direct onslaught of the remnants of Hurricane Jeanne, but it is one of those damp, windy, yucky days that drives you straight to the coffee shop or the coffeemaker – or both!

I love these goodies about the dark, sweet, strong nectar of the heavens…

“This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder.”

-Honore de Balzac, “The Pleasures and Pains of Coffee”

And this one…

“Given enough coffee, I could rule the world.”

-Author Unknown