I have an idea. This idea started brewing in the middle of the night, during my covid-recovery insomnia, when my nighttime ruminations wouldn't stop prying my eyes open and pinpricking my limbs any time I found a comfortable resting place. The idea kept percolating all night, even during those meager hours of restless sleep, and now that it's morning, I can smell its aroma like a fresh pot of coffee in my brain. I take my coffee black, no cream or sugar. When I first started drinking coffee in my mid-thirties, my first drink was one of those sugar-laden confections from Starbucks that I now lovingly refer to as "dessert coffee." It wasn't long before I tried to find ways to cut back on the sugar, then found that I actually preferred the friendly bitter taste of the coffee itself. Even the milk took away from the dark, rich essence I enjoyed, so eventually, I began drinking plain coffee, just as it is. I haven't looked back. By the way, if you search coffee ...