It’s been a rough cycle, I was knocked down right from the day of infusion and I spent a lot of time in bed. In fact, yesterday was the first time I’d gotten out of the house since the infusion, it was for medical appointments, and I was exhausted afterwards.
But!
As of day before yesterday, I have an appetite again, so I know I’ve turned this corner. It was wonderful to feel hunger again, and to have food taste good! Just one more infusion, and we’ll be done with this particular process.
This morning, I was lying in bed and just enjoying the ritual of coffee-making Edmund had started in the kitchen. I was smiling to myself as I imagined a row of bonzes hitting gongs and chanting with every step:
I hear water running.
The kettle has been filled. Aummmmm…
I hear the sound of beans tumbling and smell a whiff of rich coffee. Then the coffee grinder whirrs.
The beans have been ground. Aummmmm…
A pssshtt! of steam, a strong aroma of coffee fog unfurling.
The grounds have been wetted. Aummmmm…
The chiming of the kitchen timer, the slow sigh of the French press piston being carefully pushed down.
It is done. Coffee is reborn. Aummmmm… Aummmmm… Aummmmm…
The Reef 