Coffee talk

I was extremely thankful for this rug this morning when with a generous mouthful of my first cup of coffee I realized it was hot... really hot... way, way too hot, and spewed it out onto the ground for the sake of my mouth flesh. When I came back in the room with a towel I couldn't even find where the coffee'd gone.
I have just a few more things to say about this.

1. The idea of putting something really cold on a burn to stop it from continuing to burn sounds logical enough to me, but in practice I don't feel it works. I feel like it traumatizes the skin all over again. I feel like something cool or room-temperature feels better and in the end causes less damage. But, please, if badly burned don't listen to me. But, I do burn my mouth a lot. I like things hot, have deceptively tough hands and am very impatient when it comes to eating. And, yes, I am still recovering from a previous mouth-burn this morning.

2. This rug, which we got for free from someone who knows someone, was actually a display with a big swath cut out of it that we hide under the bed.

3. Those shoes no longer fit me. What's the deal with that? Tom and I seem to have both grown a shoe size recently. It must be something in the water here.
I really like those shoes.

I had a dream about my Grandmother (who died some years ago) this morning. It was nice, but ultimately hindered by the fact that in the dream I had head lice. At one point I think my consciousness broke in and told me, "You don't really have lice; enjoy this." That kind of worked. Though I think I argued with my consciousness a little thinking, "Are you sure I don't have lice? They're tiny! We don't know!"
I was reading last night in Genesis about Joseph and his dream interpretations. But let's not analyze this one.

That's all the time we have; I'll leave you with this thought:
Linda Richman is both rich and a man. Discuss.