Dave and I drink coffee every morning. We make 12 cups from fresh-roasted Sumatra beans every day (sometimes twice a day on weekends) and we drink it as quickly as possible.
But, in the summer, that scalding cup of coffee makes sweat bead up on my forehead. I drink it anyway.
But something remarkable came with all of this rain we've had lately. While we were doggy paddling to stay afloat here in North Texas, Mother Nature granted us a meteorological reprieve with stunning results: It was 72F in the house last night and all we did was leave a couple of windows open.
This morning, the cool temperatures are sticking to my skin, making the first cup of hot coffee seem so teriffically indulgent.