These have been dark days for the Coffee Crusade. Yea, in the last week, the Maker did die. It died a quiet death, forcing your humble narator to walk another 60 yards down the hall to the other Pot. But all was not lost, for the High Priest of the Bean did come, and the Maker was indeed resurected on the third day, and all was good.
Today, I partake of the sacred libation of the bean. Indeed, there is ledge food in celebration, and I have endulged in the sacrament of the bagel and schmear from the Brothers Einstein, and I have tasted the sweet goodness of the Krispy Kreme, and I have had two cups of the Joe without the pot running dry.
These are good times.