Cappuccino is on Vacation
A much-needed and well-deserved vacation involving sinful amounts of idleness
I wish I could say there were also libations involved. Or chocolate. But the sad and vastly more pathetic truth is Cappuccino has to force itself to rest the engines of creativity and submit them to regularly scheduled maintenance lest they sputter like an old lawnmower. So, sleep, is what I’m guessing. Maybe research for next year’s articles. Oh, and some customary fretting and sighing against self-imposed restrictions.
That said, Cappuccino will return with more articles on Monday, January 3, 2022. I have a long list of ideas, and welcome you to send in your own. No subject is off limits. Well, maybe intestines.
Cappuccino sincerely and gratefully thanks you for your patronage. It is so encouraging to see how quickly this publication has grown in the past eight months, and it is thanks to readers like you who share articles and encourage friends to subscribe.
This is a labor of love. My love for you and your fine mind that seeks and is never sated, that craves information and perspective, that wants to turn the page, even if that page is virtual.
Here’s to 2022. If we survived 2021, which we did, I’m pretty sure we’ve got this.
Love, hugs, and Cappuccino.
Ciao Stacey - when I see your email in my inbox I immediately feel a sense of anticipation for a good read! The first article of yours that I read was the one that described how you ended up in Italy. I loved it! I am hoping to move to Italy in the near future. Have a nice and relaxing holiday in Italy (where I wish I were right now!) and see you next year!
Well, for articles, we can start with WHY IS THEIR NO CINNAMON ON THAT CAPPUCCINO!?!?!?!
A Topic for an Article:
"Lost and Found" -- Here I mean on a more personal, existential level, as opposed to the missing sock or the reason your ear-rings (do you even wear them?) don't match. For example, you moved to Italy. In the process, did you discover that you felt "lost" in Houston? Have you ever felt, or explored, the sense of being "lost" as in being stuck some place that doesn't even feel like a place? Did you realize it at the time, or was it only after you "found" "home" that the sense of existential dysphasia really became apparent?