Coffee: Black

It was a busy weekend -- what with yardwork, buying shit to accomplish the yardwork, driving around looking for things to plant in the yard, and all that screwing and nailing and stuff. Also, the ant bites take it out of you. But for some reason I feel very, very tired. Even thought I got PLENTY of sleep. I feel heavy and not in a fat and bloated sort of way...
My mind is clear. My systems are go... but holding my hands up to the keyboard seems to be wearying.
Earlier, I laughed at the cats. The one who is particularly fond of tape has taken to licking the snapshots of my mother and my parents that I have pinned to the desk. Course she also stood on the toaster oven while it was in use. Smoldering cat paws used to mean something quite different...
I did stand on the scale this morning. After all, it is Monday. I have neither gained nor lost a pound since last Monday. Neutral isn't so bad in some ways.
Which brings me to the thought that I would love to be able to stand coffee black.