"In the
spring I have counted one hundred and thirty six different kinds of weather
inside of four and twenty hours."-Mark Twain
I
popped a fresh K-cup into the brewer to make another cup of coffee, my first cup was cold.It was the heat I was craving, not the caffeine.I wanted to wrap my cold hands around a hot
mug.The temperature outside was downright cold (33°F) for a May morning.