Train time

I have just started my Outreach week.
And this week means getting 08:08 train from Central Station.
I was almost late for my train - as usual every Monday. I was running towards my platform and then I had to stop...

It was coffee. It was that intense smell of freshly brewed coffee.
If that would be non-lenten day I would definetely give in. I'd rather be late for that train than to miss that cup of loveliness.

And then this evening I had another temptation. My husband (who alsmost never drinks coffee) walked into the kitchen and asked me for cappuccino.
It was a torture.

I wish I could write it's already halfway through but I am not even there.

I pray to my Angel to keep me in this strong will (as I know my will is everything but strong).