Cold here, too. After I found myself unexpectedly living alone, I used to trick myself into thinking someone made me coffee in the morning by turning on the pot then going back to my room then it would magically be ready in a few minutes.

This line of your story reminds me how wonderful it is now to actually have someone here preparing the coffee before I get up then it “glides” toward me in his hands, fits in my palms and I savor it!

Nice story.