An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

Life is like  one steep incline  a herculean task to climb inch by inch meter by meter  all the way to the top  your feet lose purchase  sweat dots your brow  you gain ground  only to slide down  and you fight to gain  whatever distance you can But in the end  will you reach your goal or will the weight of existence crush the spark of your spirit?

Banshee cry pierces through the night a wail of mourning a warning of what is to come mothers, protect your children fathers, barricade the door the drunk who stumbles home should really watch his steps For the night falls quickly  the the wind swirls the leaves the veil between the worlds becomes thin, even thinner and the dead can overhear the call for yet another to join their ranks.

Here, take this you really shouldn't go alone: The magical sword a relic of power the magic ring of invisibility the latest technology the power of friendship Gather your allies and sally forth have fun storming the castle don your plot armor. Quest giver the old learned wizard the lady of the lake the forgotten sensei in the bamboo forest of dreams. Conquer your enemy scale the highest mountain vanquish the dragon complete the mission your very essence changed. Return home in triumph showered with wealth and glory or slip back undetected wiser and more world weary to live the rest of your days.