Last night I was at my computer until 3am working on a project to benefit a recently deceased friend.
He and I shared a lot of similar traits in terms of our work ethic (work/eat/work/sleep/work) and our love of coffee. Sometimes these two beautiful things mesh.
After two hours of sleep, I woke up and was like, man, I could have slept another hour – but – the reality is – I really couldn’t. I laid in a bed for a while and finally dragged myself out at 6:30 – already running late for my day.
Got up, fed the dogs and made myself some coffee and breakfast. Realizing that I had barely drank my coffee and needed to get into the shower, I decided there was only one thing to do.
Standing in the shower, with my coffee cup in hand, I thought to myself, Ben would be proud.
Miss you buddy.