perfect sunday morning: coffee

This has been a perfect sunday morning. My co-worker Bruce and his wife Kira gave me a french press they hadn't been using, and I bought a quarter-pound of Mocha Java yesterday, and half-and-half, and sugar... and I woke up and made myself a perfect cup of coffee at home, for the first time ever. The french press actually let a bunch of the grounds through the screen, so I filtered it again through a paper towel. Who needs coffee filters when we've got Bounty?
But it gets better: I took my mug of coffee and got back into bed. Can you beat that? Is that beatable? Oh. Yeah... if I had a sweetie waiting for me in bed to drink coffee and cuddle and help with the crossword puzzle.
Thus my work towards rebuilding my social life! In the last week I've gotten together with friends three separate times! Four, even, two days with one person. Amazing, absolutely amazing. And now I'm going in to work for social-thing number five, helping a co-worker get started with programming while I put my book chapter together.
Good lord, it's a good day.
If you were wondering, my dreams were of the epic-fantasy variety, strongy influenced by A Feast for Crows by George R. R. Martin.