Coffee: good

New coffee girl is much more pleasant, on average, than previous coffee girl, who on some days could be pleasant as pie and on other days could rip the heads from customers with badger-like ferocity and a burning glare from behind her smart-girl glasses. If I were still in the comic book years, I’d think of making her into an ironic superheroine, perhaps something along the lines of the legendary “Reid Fleming, World’s Toughest Milkman” (his catchline? “I thought I told you to shut up?!”). So, old coffee girl is gone now. However, old coffee girl must have taken all the gravity with her, because coffee pours slower for new coffee girl. Still. . .

The penultimate “Buffy” was a nice and very much needed break in the action – – there was even some of the old Buffy levity. And I didn’t wake up too unsettled to work. Joss Whedon never goes where you think he’s going to go, and even knowing that, you can’t figure out where it’s going to go. Who saw that finale in “Angel” coming? Not me, kids.

Nothing like going to the massage therapist thinking you have a little tiny sore spot on your achilles tendon and finding out that, in fact, the entire thing is a wall of fire under her fingers. Once she was done with me yesterday, there was going to be no running last night. So I’ll make up for it tonight. Need to do some speed work. And then ice, ice ice….