When I’m sick, the first thing I do is stop drinking coffee. It just doesn’t sound good, and that’s kind of like a jug of wine not sounding good to Jack Kerouac (i.e., unlikely). But I got some rest and some Sudafed and October, The Worst Month In Recent Memory, is finally over, so this morning the coffee was back on.

As Dorothy Draper says, “A lot of worse things can be said of a woman than ‘she gives you a good cup of coffee.'”