J.R. Johnson

I may have a new favorite mug.

For no reason whatsoever, I decided that I would be much more productive if I had a new mug. When one is writing or slogging through the data mines or sailing with a letter of marque on the Great Internet Seas, a mug is a friendly, forthright, supportive companion. Choose right, and it’s a burst of good cheer on a cloudy day.

Sure, it’s a weird fixation, but it’s cheaper than drugs. And it works.

I got these mugs from Roy Kirkham in Staffordshire, England. The good: the colors are rich, the designs pretty, and the china delicate. The bad? Shipping. And duties. That said, I really like these. 

The one in the middle with the robin is my new favorite.

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