Black as midnight on a moonless night

I've been sick the past couple of days, which kind of saps my energy every time, and taxes my capacity for diagnosing the brilliance around me.

But every day I've wanted to write about David Lynch. Who I adore for some many reasons. I may have to spend a week on his work alone.

My husband and I just recently bought the David Lynch organic coffee. I'm not a huge coffee drinker, but I figure a man who is so obsessed with it is going to make a damn good brew himself. And it is quite good. Interested? You can find it here.