Coffee for One
Good Morning, Kittens. Old habits die hard, y'know? For the past couple of weeks, I've been wondering why I have had so much coffee leftover (and, thus, a freezer full of coffee ice cubes. What? No one else freezes their leftover coffee?). Then, it hit me: For over a year, I've been making coffee for two. 8-10 cups (b/c one cup is really only about half a mug). Every time. This morning, I caught myself as I was scooping out the beans. "Only make coffee for one," I said to no one in particular. And it felt a little sad. Yesterday, the interview went well. 2.5 hours well. In fact, my friend who works there called to apologize about the length. Seriously, by the time I left (at a little after 3:30), I was a little woozy and a lot headachy from hunger. I came home, scarfed down some two-bite cupcakes, and made a martini with the last of my gin. ACK! No more gin! So. Sad. Guess who's off to the likker store today? Anyway, I made dinner and watched ...