Coffee and Whining

First of all, let me apologize for the whiny tone of yesterday's post. I get outraged, then carried away ranting about people's judgments. Nine times out of ten I am pretty good at ignoring the Judgy McJudgsters of the world, but every so often...well, you know. And yes, I realize that I'm judging people for being judgmental; the irony is not lost on me.

Okay, now that that's out of the way, I can talk about what I intended to talk about. And then some.

Today is a gloomy, drizzly kind of day. The kind of day that makes you want to sit with a book (or video game, if you're more coordinated than I) and coffee/tea/hot cocoa for hours. For me, this kind of day just says, “slow down, appreciate what's around you”. But if I slow down anymore, I'll be in bed.

These past few days (weeks?) have not been stellar for me, so consequently, there are things that require my attention. Mount Washmore is expanding at an alarming rate, and threatening to take over my basement; school starts next week, and my kids both need shoes; I don't have a supply list for my daughter; and I've only bought a few pieces of clothing for each kid. I did get some really good deals, though, like 4 pairs of jeans, a top and a sweatshirt for $67 including tax and shipping.

A friend is stopping by for coffee, so I dug deep to rely on my old-fashioned coffee brewing skills. Yes, I had to remember to put in the filter, scoop the coffee, and add water. I even remembered to put in the filter before I scooped the coffee, so you know it's a good day! I'm low on K-cups, but there's a package coming today, so I really didn't want to buy more. I started the pot of coffee and checked on the delivery status of my shipment. “Delivered”. Really? I go to the front porch, and there's my package sitting there looking smug. I'm pretty sure I heard it taunting me. Or maybe it was the coffee maker doing it. Either way, at least I've got enough K-Cups again.

Mount Washmore is slowly shrinking, so I am making some progress. That's the nice thing about doing laundry or dishes. There's that minuscule element of instant gratification. Dirty stuff in, clean stuff out.

Time to go check the dryer.