Not bad enough that I know all your Canuckers are still rolled up in your respective sleeping places...snoozing into the early morning hours.... while I have to fall out onto the floor, find my
slippers which are never where I left them (do slipper stealers come in the night and move them?)....and try to organize my head to face the day ... All of you have had a wonderful three
days of bliss while my life has gone on its usual ride of sleep, eat, work, eat, sleep....bah
First thought is of course recognizing my addiction - to coffee - decaf coffee (can't even spell the long word out today)....but just the same a hard, many years of commitment addiction....
I lurched down the long hallway - still new to me and bumped too soon into the turn towards the kitchen landing my right foot into the wall - recovering - and found my way to the coffee maker.... filters....ground coffee....in which the measuring thingy was buried....ick...coffee on fingers.
Filling the pot... setting the filter cup in its place...filled to the brim with sweet smelling yummy addictive coffee.... I hit the ON button....
When I came back after to pour my first cup there were grounds all over the kitchen counter, cold water which had backed up... and a half pot of terribly strong coffee...
Why don't coffee pots let one know when they need to be thrown away? Why do they always wait until you are making the coffee in the morning and don't have time to anticipate a breakdown in the early morning addiction ritual????
If my 'working day' is going to be like this.... I may go back and have a Civic Holiday on my own...sort of a back to the roots celebration of Canadian Pride or something .... How about cancelling the day in search of a lifetime coffee pot?
I dream....and Good Morning to everyone who has had an uneventful waking up tradition - addicted or not.
slippers which are never where I left them (do slipper stealers come in the night and move them?)....and try to organize my head to face the day ... All of you have had a wonderful three
days of bliss while my life has gone on its usual ride of sleep, eat, work, eat, sleep....bah
First thought is of course recognizing my addiction - to coffee - decaf coffee (can't even spell the long word out today)....but just the same a hard, many years of commitment addiction....
I lurched down the long hallway - still new to me and bumped too soon into the turn towards the kitchen landing my right foot into the wall - recovering - and found my way to the coffee maker.... filters....ground coffee....in which the measuring thingy was buried....ick...coffee on fingers.
Filling the pot... setting the filter cup in its place...filled to the brim with sweet smelling yummy addictive coffee.... I hit the ON button....
When I came back after to pour my first cup there were grounds all over the kitchen counter, cold water which had backed up... and a half pot of terribly strong coffee...
Why don't coffee pots let one know when they need to be thrown away? Why do they always wait until you are making the coffee in the morning and don't have time to anticipate a breakdown in the early morning addiction ritual????
If my 'working day' is going to be like this.... I may go back and have a Civic Holiday on my own...sort of a back to the roots celebration of Canadian Pride or something .... How about cancelling the day in search of a lifetime coffee pot?
I dream....and Good Morning to everyone who has had an uneventful waking up tradition - addicted or not.
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