The magic of coffee
Last updated 3/1/2022 at 3:08pm
Bleary eyed and defeated by the amount of things I have to tackle this day, I put my feet on the ground and then slide them into my slippers. With pets in the house, I have learned over the years to never trust my bare feet on the floor. EVER.
I go to the bathroom while allowing the cat to country two-step through my feet as I sit to let out the coffee from the day before. Run my fingers through my hair to at least lay it down a bit and put my glasses on. Most importantly, avoid eye contact with myself in the mirror.
Stumble to the kitchen and feed the cat, give a peanut to the parrot whil...