I have a self-inflicted, very legitimate ‘no coffee post noon’ rule. As a girly who struggles with sleep, that 1pm iced coffee is simply never worth the 1am spiral.
Today at 10:30am, I hit a wall. Tuesdays after taking Monday off are no fun. I’ve spent the morning playing catch up - reading through email chains that are way too long to have only been from one day, making lists, responding to one-off chats from people who didn’t know I was out. I was tired, a little cranky, and knew exactly what I needed. A second cup of coffee.
At 10:35am, I got up from my desk and headed to the stove to make another cup… and got distracted by some oil splatters across the back. I sighed and got to work cleaning them off. I admired my clean stove top, and, with the task completed, went straight back to my desk.
10:42am, I realized I had forgotten to make my cup of coffee. I got back up with full intentions of righting that wrong. I cleaned out my bialetti moka pot and filled it up with water and new coffee grounds. I was a little hungry so decided to make myself a snack as the coffee got to boiling. I grabbed a half of a bagel and put it in the toaster, and laid out a couple slices of bacon to put in the microwave. I sat down at the table to wait on my treats and respond to a couple more emails. Midway through typing up my first response, I realized that I had forgotten to turn on the stove to start the coffee. 10:55am.
Fortunately, by 11:15am, I had a very nice snack and a - clearly needed - lovely second cup of coffee, consumed just in the nick of time.