It’s Not Worth it To Me (or what I learned on a ten day trip back into the industrialized world)
It’s 6:30 in the morning and I’m woken up by a set of pigtails that wants to wrestle. I take her to the kitchen, open up a large refrigerator, dispense the milkies, and turn to the coffee pot. This is a machine that heats the water and makes a single cup from coffee grounds…