Monday morning blues.
Wow, well I woke up this morning and I felt great because the only blues we’ve got in our office is usually something by Freddie King, Howlin Wolf, Eric Clapton or Mississippi John Hurt.
Pretty good for a Monday morning and we’ve finally opened a new bag of coffee. No more stale, granular, loathesome, weird, sunfried, spoonful – back to flavor.
Besides the gonzo debates regarding Russel’s teapot or invisible pink unicorn and other various ontological questions things are relatively normal. Perhaps. But I just keep asking myself “Can the blue men sing the whites?”
