Coffee

My husband has the BIG MEETING at work today. We were up an hour early after a fitful night of sleep. I made his favorite breakfast, kissed him good-bye, shut the door and then spilled the entire container of coffee grounds in the kitchen.

I'm talking one of the big "jugs" of coffee grounds. I keep them in the freezer because I think the coffee tastes fresher that way. I went to pull it out and the lid popped off of the container. I had just opened it yesterday. I have coffee grounds in every groove in the kitchen. I then did the only thing I could think to do after such a night and such a morning, I scooped up enough for a pot of coffee, tuned the machine on and walked away.

If ever there was a time when I NEEDED coffee this would be it.

I'll deal with the mess after the kid gets up. No need to rush that along with the sound of the vacuum. I'm well into my second mug of coffee and feeling much better. Of course, knowing that right this minute my husband is in a meeting that could change the course of our lives has me a little on edge.

I think I'll get another cup. If someone could come peel me off the ceiling in a few hours, that would be great.