Stop and smell.........the coffee

There is nothing like a good hot cup of coffee on a cold Saturday morning.
This morning was like the old cartoons I used to watch as a kid.  Some hypnotic odor, pleasant or putrid, would linger up to whoever and take the form of a hand or finger and drawn them to it's origin by their nostrils.  Hopefully, it is a freshly baked apple pie sitting on the window sill cooling. :)   In my case this morning, it was the first pot of today's hot brewing coffee. 

I won't even go into the mandatory, delicious first cigarette of the morning that goes with that coffee.  :)