It's time for the percolator

Props to those who remember the song from the 90s.... bigger props to those who can pull off the dance without looking like a fool. Well, this post is not actually in reference to the song or the dance. I have not mastered that long-buried dance move (if I couldn't do it then.... ) although I'm confident that it'll make a comeback at 90s parties in our not-so-distant future so maybe I should practice....

anyways, what I am writing about is my brand new, shiny, hour-glass shaped, wonder of design and invention, italian coffee maker. I bought it in an effort to kick my habit of buying coffee at the shop down the street, since I know that now that school has started, my caffeine habit isn't going anywhere. I brewed my first school-day cup today and wow! I was productive and perky: made small-talk with half the staff while making all my copies for most of the week, ran the three-ring circus that I operate daily in my classroom without skipping a beat, knocked off some calls that I've been meaning to take care of for a few weeks, settled the playground squabbles that came up with ease... I was on. And the best part was that I didn't even need a refill. I wonder how long this magical drink will be effective... something this good can't last forever, just like the dance move, I guess.