If only there could always be hamentaschen for breakfast: little cookie triangles crumbling into coffee.If only there was always coffee.If only the coffee would grind itself—silently.If only I craved tea in the morning and not coffee.If only there was always optimal-temperature tea and time to read during a rainstorm, soft light, a blanket.If only in the rainstorm a cat named Edith found her way to me. Or an...
