7:30 am. Time to get up, Cookie says. She starts nosing under my arm to try to herd me out of bed. Sometimes she weasels her way under my neck and plants herself between me and the pillow, so I have no choice but to get up and feed her. Somehow, I don’t mind. That adorable mutt of mine has a finely tuned internal alarm clock for meal time and walk time.
Once she manages to shove me out of bed, I grab my phone from the nightstand, make a pit stop in the bathroom to chug a glass of water and pad into the kitchen, with Cookie close on my heels. I scoop food into her bowl and she eagerly scarfs it down in one noisy, impressive inhale.
Then I open the cupboard and pull out a mug for my daily cup of coffee. I like my coffee extra strong, black and freshly brewed, and I feel super spoiled every morning when I make my coffee out of filtered water and quality beans.
I’ve upgraded my coffee-making equipment over time, but my set-up isn’t terribly fancy. These days, I use my beloved sunny yellow teapot, an electric Burr coffee grinder and an inexpensive contraption called an AeroPress. (One of my friends handed me a cup of AeroPress-brewed coffee last fall and I retired my vintage French press on the spot. It produces the best home-brewed coffee I’ve ever tasted.)