Coffee Spoons

I do know why a teaspoon is a "tea" spoon, but why no coffee spoons. Seems wrong somehow. Usually I am a tea drinker, but this week my sensibilities have been crying out, aching for coffee. Not the caffeine, just the rich black liquid so dark that you can successfully scry in it. Maybe I just want to know the future. Possible I suppose. Times like these make me think of the opening line to chapter one of Tom Robbins "Still Life With Woodpecker"

..."In the last quarter of the twentieth century, at a time when Western civilization was declining too rapidly for comfort and yet too slowly to be very exciting, much of the world sat on the edge of an increasingly expensive theater seat, waiting - with various combinations of dread, hope, and ennui - for something momentous to occur."...

That really does sum it up in a nice neat nutshell. Except that the last quarter of the twentieth century has come and gone and while may things have happened, including the huge financial crash that seems to be squarely putting us all back in our places, nothing universally catastrophic has happened that has redefined existence. We all still do the things we do everyday, even if we do them with a little more frugality.

I am on bit of a precipice myself. Attempting to make since of my paths. There they all are stretched out in front of me. But the exit signs seem to be getting closer and I am not sure how may gas stations might be ahead. Perhaps I need a road trip, or at least another cup of coffee.