When I staggered into the kitchen at 0500, I couldn't remember if it was Saturday or Monday. Thinking hard, I finally figured out it's Wednesday; the sense of disconnect was tangible, and exacerbated by the sudden awareness that I'd also failed to put the coffee pot on automatic last night. The arrival of the rich, dark elixir of life would be delayed by another six or seven minutes.
It's not Saturday?
The coffee's not ready??
How much can one man take??? NOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ...
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| Whaddya mean, "there's no coffee"?!? |
2 comments:
It is 2011...
That's been happening more frequently around here too.
Doesn't help that the weather has been the same for about a week--pretty fair in the morning and then rain and T-storms in the afternoon. (Sometimes they switch: rain and T-storms in the morning and fair in the afternoon/evening.)
Every. Fricking. Day.
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