Some Days Just Don't Do It For Me

Today was one of those days.

Rising at 5 a.m. my first order of business, after morning hygeine, is coffee. Alas, the coffee maker was on the fritz. Now... I don't have alot of vices. But I must have my morning coffee if I am to face the day with a respectable level of endurance and tolerance. Without it, I don't quite reach that rung on the ladder that says I am human.

So, off I go... to the corner convenience store to get my fix. It's a cold, blustery morning. A good excuse to postpone my jog to the donut shop. But that's okay. Sweets is not a vice. I can pass on the fried dough.

Back at the Briars I turned to the overnight news. Little Sandra Cantu was found. The news was not good. A bad day just got worse. I'm not prone to violence. I had enough of that during the war to last me many lifetimes. But I have absolutely no problem giving child abusers and molestors a bad hair day. Just point me to the switch and I'll gladly crank up the voltage.

Later in the day I braved the cold and ambled on down to Wally World to get a new coffee maker. A black one... to match my black stove top, fridge, other appliances and my coffee mugs. Back at the Briars I put my new dispenser of morning relief to the test. Now.... here's the thing about a black coffee maker, and black coffee mugs. They blend! You can't see the coffee coming out of the spout into the mug... and you can't see how full the mug is, until it's too late. But it shows up real well on a white tile counter top and floor. Get the message?

After wiping up the spill, I settled into my favorite recliner to savor the aroma and tantilizing taste of brewed coffee beans. Ahhhhhhh. What could be better than this?

Off in the distance I heard the faint sound of a ring tone... "Gonna get me some lovin'". It played over and over. Try as I might, I couldn't locate the source. Just when I thought I was getting close... it stopped. Oh well; that's the story of my love life anyway, so what else is new? I gave a sigh and reflected on when life was so much easier. The telephone hung on the wall or sat on a table, and made a ringing sound. Hello! I gotta get rid of my cell phone. Half the time I don't know where it is and the other half of the time it doesn't know where I am. Duh!

Like I said... some days just don't do it for me.

...and so it goes.