Coffee

I cleaned my coffee maker last night. I’m not sure if I should call that part a win or be annoyed. It cleaned well enough. It was happy. Then this morning I brewed a pot and it smelled acrid.

Needless to say, coffee was a wash. I need to rinse it a few more times when the dishes finish running. Coffee is happening tomorrow, one way or another. I would prefer it to be here instead of Dunkin. Buying coffee every morning gets expensive.

Of course, I’m tired now. I rationalize it as not having any coffee today. The reality of it is that I feel worn down, almost weary of the world. Part of me wants to start cleaning the house. Or, at the very least, I want to pick out the paint colors for my office.

I hate when I get this way. Nothing gets done until I figure out why I’m in the funk I’m in. I need to figure out why I’m being miserable. Then I might be able to get more work done. That, and maybe some coffee.

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