Morning ritual

Since a chance encounter with a charismatic film director many years ago, I've been drinking coffee each morning from this lovely contraption. Today's served with a hot apricot brioche. Because it's the weekend.

The peace of a rare breakfast all alone, broken only by the familiar sounds if 1) the washing machine (another ritual) and 2) the sound of the storm scene in the wizard of oz, being watched by kids in front room.