It’s raining.

It’s hot.

It’s hot and raining.

This morning, I made a pot of coffee… except I somehow left out the pot.

Looking in dismay at the puddle forming across my counter and in disgust at the pot sitting in the middle of said puddle, I wasn’t really bothered…

Until I realized that that was the last of the coffee.

In the whole house.

This is not going to be a good day.

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If you happen to be one of the fifteen hundred people that emailed me over the weekend when I was obviously not checking email, I’ll get back to you soon.

As soon as I get coffee.

Lots of it.