Mornings

Usually making coffee is a fairly accurate predictor of how the rest of my day is going to go. If I manage to screw up something as simple and mundane as making a pot of coffee, nothing good is going to happen that day. Yesterday morning, I was plagued by a particularly dense mental fog. I stumbled into the kitchen and made the coffee. I shuffled back into the living to impatiently await the gurgles and hisses that signal the end of the coffee maker's cycle while imaging the wonderful taste and magical mind clarifying properties of the potion brewing in the kitchen. When I finally heard the anticipated groaning of the coffee maker, I returned to the kitchen to serve myself a hot, steaming mug of water. I cannot find the words to adequately describe my dismay and disappointment as I watched clear liquid dribble out of the stainless steel carafe.

I stood at the counter alternating glances between my mug full of hot water and the box of tea bags. My drowsy brain simply couldn't weigh the pros and cons between immediate but inadequate caffeine and the delayed gratification of remaking the coffee (with the inclusion of the main ingredient). Fortune smiled on me at that moment. My beloved husband and hero had awakened. He came into the kitchen, in a manner most chivalrous, proceeded to tame the beast of the coffee maker and thus successfully conjured the magical potion that clears my mind each morning. *swoon*

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Despite the inauspicious beginning to the day, the rest of yesterday was actually a pretty good day. I checked my weight and discovered that I lost another 2 lbs for a total of 13 lbs in three weeks. I skeptically tried on a pair of pants that I haven't worn in close to two years and I discovered that not only could I button and zip them, but they actually looked good and were comfortable. I had a productive day work with no major crises. I hope today turns out as well.