I like to buy my coffee from a small local roaster, because they have great coffee, are a local business, and are really incredibly friendly. The best customer service I've ever gotten. But their hours are a little limited. They're often not open when I get down there. And when I say "I" I mean Gregg, of course. They're located across the street from Peak, so I try to get him to take a break during the day to run over and get me some coffee. But no luck this week. And I used up the last of my coffee beans yesterday. Well, the good beans anyway. I have some bad backup beans that I got at the grocery store to use in a brown sugar coffee body scrub, but it's really better as a body scrub than it is a beverage.
So this morning I woke up thinking that Gregg had brought home two pounds of coffee beans from Legacy. Way too much for my small-time consumption, but it still pleased me. Took me a few minutes to realize that it had just been a dream. A glorious, beautiful dream. Normally I don't remember my dreams at all, but I was so happy about the coffee beans that I could smell them. Now, I'm a little sad.