I really don't understand why I always want to write the time into these entries, like a dispatch from some distant place: "It's 2:57PM here, and I'm feeling drowsy." That's always the first thing I write. And then I delete it and start over.
The new espresso machine finally showed up. The whole office has been walking around in a dead stupor for two months now, and suddenly everyone is springing around and smiling widely.
I sat in on the barista training. The perfect shot, for the beans we currently use, pours in 24 seconds. It sounds like the ultimate in snobbery, but I tried a 30 second shot and then a 24 second shot, and I'll tell you what... one of them tasted horrible, and the other one was demitasse heaven.
Amy got a bunch of art supplies for her birthday. The centerpiece of the whole thing is her new easel. But she also got money for paint, two stretched canvases, and a very nice box for her supplies. She's thinking of art school, which I think is an absolutely wonderful idea.
