I can certainly understand your frustration at not being able to get whatever it is you drink in the morning at your local coffee place. Actually, I’m pretty sure it’s my fault that you are suffering. Since I am not a coffee drinker, I never introduced you to an amazing technological masterpiece. It is called a ”coffee maker”. As far as I can tell, it’s a little tricky to use. But you’re a smart girl. I’m sure you could figure it out.
As you know, here in New York City, we do not have the early-morning, no-coffee problem. In fact, we have quite the opposite problem. For instance, I have spent many hours wondering who the hell wants to get a manicure at three in the morning. Yup, we have nail salons open 24/7. Every now and again I will wake up at around three in the morning. Usually, I have to go to the bathroom. Sometimes they are paving First Avenue at that hour because they don’t want to disturb anyone during the day – much better to do it at 3 a.m. Once in awhile it’s a rousing thunderstorm. I know this is strange, but I have never awakened from a deep sleep at 3 a.m. thinking that I wanted to leap out of bed and go get a manicure. Why are nail salons open at 3 a.m.? Food stores, I understand. Pharmacies I understand. Strip joints I understand. But manicure places!
Anyway, it’s past my bedtime. I’m going to brush my teeth, wash my face and go to bed. Actually I probably won’t sleep. Jewish mothers are supposed to worry. It’s their job. Most of us do it very well. I worry about the usual stuff: Everybody in the world fighting one another, nine-year olds learning to shoot an Uzi, will Ebola or West Nile virus find us in New York City. And tonight I’ll worry about you wandering hopelessly around the streets of Helsinki looking for your morning fix. Maybe a manicure would make me feel better.