If only...

This morning I suddenly wished I was going home for Thanksgiving if only so that I could have a hot shower and a good cup of coffee. I could ask for nothing more. Being a volunteer you get used to certain realities. Our shower has never had very good heat or water pressure. Now that we have remodeled it, thanks to our co-workers at the office, it definitly has better pressure but still manages never to be more than just above lukewarm. I haven't been drinking coffee since Spring of last year. Usually my stomach won't tolerate it, but I have been feeling better lately, and I have a terrible craving for my Dad's good coffee. I left my French Press at home, and I've never been been able to make good coffee out of a drip coffeemaker. Alas, I would do anything for a hot shower and a good cup of Phill's coffee. It's like it relaxes you, but yet it keeps you alert!