Crisis this Morning...

Maybe not the most important story this morning, at least, I am guessing, not important to you, but to me, yes, indeed, a story of "crisis." I am on the road, staying at a plush, old world mansion-like abode. Drinking my morning coffee in the dark, listening to the BBC on the radio. Seems all hell is breaking loose in many parts of the globe. I suppose you might say, just a typical morning. I finish my morning pot of coffee, and turn to making tomorrow's brew. Grinding new beans, suddenly, or you know, in the moment, mid-grind, my little, trusty coffee-bean grinder "gave up the ghost." It just up and died. One last grind, French Roast, and then kaput. This morning's coffee is fine. But what about tomorrow?! Immediately, trouble in SunnyJimmy Land.  How long have I owned that grinder? Decades? It's all sort of misty & hazy. My life, I mean. The years fly by, the beans get ground up, the coffee gets brewed, and then I  imbibe it all with a theatrical flourish. My life. An essential ritual. Energy is Eternal Delight. So, well, of course, the crisis can be easily remedied. Just dig in my pocket and pull out some cold, hard cash. There are a few places in town where I can secure a new grinder. I make a mental note to trek out into the cold later today. Buying new shit. It's a thing, a necessity. Doing my part to keep our economy humming, and my energy flowing. Yes, indeed, "coffee is truly the will to live."