Track number seven, on disk two, of the soundtrack of my life has no lyrics or musical instruments, but it is music to my ears. It is the sweet, gentle purr of my coffee grinder taking care of business. Imagine my dismay when pressing the button on my grinder produced a horrifying silence.

Fortunately, it was just circumstances playing a cruel joke on my sleep deprived mind. I pressed the button again and was rewarded with a symphony of coffee grinding sound.

Give the gift of words.