The coffee machine has been filled with citric acid all night, to dissolve the lime deposits encrusting all it's inner workings. So the first thing in the morning all this stuff has to be flushed out, with the remaining solution of citric acid and then with plain water.
The liquid coming from the machine turns from a turgid pale yellow to clean clear during this procedure. The main concern is that the taste of the coffee should not be changed.
At the end of it all, fill the machine with water, put coffee in the sieve, and press the button to make the first cup of coffee today. Breakfast coffee in the mornings is nice.
And the coffee is good, as always. There is no lingering taste of citric acid.
The cat, excited by all the activity, wants to leave the room, to leave the flat for the balconies.
The year has changed, the century is now nineteen, and looking to the future hope that it will develop to be more mature than all of the previous ones.
Slim hope, but let us wish.
The cat was not convinced by the cold weather outside.
The second cup of coffee from that clean machine is good too. A good start.
This is the start of the period of the year with the coldest nastiest weather.
Tomorrow will be a day of work again, the first of the year, with the same notes scribbled in the morning describing the morning between wakening and proceeding on to work, the trains and the tubes and the busses.
The coffee in the paper cup in the café.
There will be people everywhere wishing each other a happy new year.
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