One More Cup of Coffee Before I Go

There have been many constants recently. The doldrums of domestic life play themselves into a song which doesn't differentiate day to day.
Days are broken into beverages.
Waking is coffee; french press of medium roast poured into a speckled earthenware cup. After that it's waiting until 7 for wine, or whatever else pops or is poured at that hour.
Between the hours is art  and water, maybe a splash of vinegar.