Up at5:30 am. Sneak downstairs. Make tea for self. And for once, I get it perfect. I mean, perfect. Perfectly steeped. Perfect strength. Perfect amount of sugar. Perfect amount of milk. Irish bliss.
Bring teacup to table. Fire up laptop. Set teacup down.
Miss table. Spill tea all over carpet.
Later decide coffee might be safer. Discover the bag of Dunkin Donuts medium roast from Costco is empty.
Root around in cupboard and find the last of the Kona beans from Hawaii trip. Then discover the coffee grinder is nowhere to be found. Currently considering sucking on the beans.
Something tells me it's going to be a long day.