Monday morning coffee

My husband loves coffee. I like coffee. But I love my husband, and I suggested recently that we spend a few minutes each Monday morning having a cup of coffee together; I thought it would be a nice way to start out our work week.

In fact, we've had the perfect mugs for this very thing for nearly two years. I just didn't know where they were until a month ago. My parents gave us these adorable Höganäs mugs -- two of them, complete with their own coasters -- as an engagement gift. It wasn't until I went through boxes left in my mom and dad's attic after our wedding that I found them.

So, for the past four weeks, that's what we've done. Sitting on our couch with the television off, we've sipped coffee as we've talked about what the day and week ahead held for us.

We did so even today, my first Monday since leaving my job. I wasn't without work today, though. Melissa and I bartered a bit: In exchange for me bringing my organizational eye to her new (and somewhat cluttered) work space, she has offered to cook a delectable dinner for David and me. The date and time are yet to be determined, but I'm holding her to it!

The project was a success, if I do say so myself, and I'm looking quite seriously at whether or not "personal organizer" could be the next phase in my work life. Whatever course life takes, I know that David and I will be talking about it over a cup of coffee each Monday morning.