I got out of bed this morning, bleary-eyed and disoriented. I was thinking just how wonderful it is that the coffee maker is always in the same spot. Such a reassuring thing. I don’t need to be fully alert, well, not even minimally alert to go through the set of motions that will result in coffee and waffles. There’s something to be thankful for at the end of a long week of crummy sleep and chronic heartburn.
The highlight of my morning: splashing shower gel directly into my eyeball and then holding both lids wide open under the shower to rinse – to the soundtrack of mental murmuring, you know which kind – and then going through the motions that result in coffee and waffles with a red and stinging eyeball.
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