Though I’m still in Lois Peterson mode (see the Jun 8 2007 entry called HeavenQuake below… don’t miss the comments), she’d probably slap me upside my head and say, “Get on with life.” So, back to life…
My day started at 1:20 A.M. when my delightful little boy called out for a savior from whatever spooky monster haunted his room. Dad the Savior. We fell asleep together in his bedroom.
By about 5:30, I was up. Step one: make the coffee. Caribou blend mixed with Italian blend. Grind it with grinder wrapped in towel to minimize noise. Put in the cone-shaped filter. Dump in coffee. Turn on the coffee maker. Hit the computer. Read the Bible. Esther 7. Great chapter.
Time for coffee. But no coffee! Aarrghhh. Forgot the water. Oops. Understandable, given the hour and my sleep deprivation. Add water. Drag self back to computer.
I tried to recycle the damp grounds from my first attempt. Being cheap doesn’t pay. God punishes those who re-wet coffee grounds. Another terrible cup of coffee. I am despondently woebegone.
Not an auspicious launch for the day. Strange emotions plague the sleepless.
Let’s start all over. Do it right. Lots of fresh grounds. Boiling water from a screaming tea kettle. Four heaping scoops of strong coffee. Two mugsful of sizzling water. Four minutes of steeping. A perfect cup. I have delivered.
And I had birthed the perfect cup.
Except for the quarter-teaspoon of grounds left clinging to the lip of the carafe from the first failed attempt. If only I had noticed! A school of black specks does backstrokes in my hard-born cup.
Filter it! my somnolently parsimonious frontal lobe cries. Bad idea! shouts my cerebral cortex. Frontal lobe triumphs. Unfortunately. Cone-shaped filter goes into a clean mug. Ground-defiled coffee gets poured through. Filter breaks on the bottom. Grounds remain. Ground-defiled coffee settled for.
Hence the teeth-picking.
I am absurdly blessed. But a good cup of coffee to start my day would be nice.