Not to turn this blog over completely to my dyspeptic rantings about coffee, although at this point, that may be a noticeable improvement over the rest of my posts, but on the suggestion of many, I was set to have a cup of Dunkin Donuts medium roast while waiting for the Community Coffee I’m ordering to show up. Sadly, I fat-fingered the mug and dropped it, smashing my new favorite mug into a thousand pieces on the kitchen tile and shooting hot coffee everywhere. It smelled great.
I’m back to drinking coffee out of a measuring cup again, it seems. I really need to find a coffee mug I like and order 100 of them. Or install rubber floors.
Here is a picture of Abby, who belonged to commenter Polish the Guillotines, and had to be put down yesterday after 18 years:
Not that it makes it any easier, but eighteen years is a pretty solid run. The most awesome cat ever, the cat we had as a kid, Mr. Purr Puff (my sister named him), lived for close to twenty years, and at one point my father’s only goal in life was to “outlive that God damned cat.”