"Friends are on their way to your house for a coffee date...what kind of afternoon can they expect with you?"
Oh, let's be honest here: there's going to be some Irish in that coffee and more than a few sighs of anguish from your hostess. Not to be a Dismal Dora here, but with the first snowflakes of the season - and the first day that necessitates the wearing of my winter coat - come the first days of my annual Blue Period.
Think days spent in bed unable to face the world, as opposed to The Old Guitarist.
I kid, I kid... kinda. The past few years have been better for SAD-related sick days, but it's no secret that Old Man Winter and I do not get along.
So for our coffee date? The heat in my apartment will be cranked to a cosy 25 degrees Celsius, the TV will probably be left on to either old episode of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air or Gilmore Girls and you will have your choice of milk, cream, Baileys, or Frangelico to go in that coffee. I will probably pepper you with questions that begin with the statement, "hey, is it normal to..." and end with "d'ya know what I mean?"
If you would like to go toe-to-toe as far as confidences are concerned, rest assured: I don't judge.