I woke with a migraine yesterday. Or one wanting to start something with me. So I stumbled into the kitchen, took some Excedrin, made some coffee, went back to bed for ten minutes. Got up and went to a doctor's appointment.
I managed to keep the pain at arm's length most of the day. I squishy heart Excedrin for my pain. Every month.
Yesterday afternoon I made some more coffee. Nothing like a pot of java to combat head pain. When I emptied the contents of my French press into the sink (coffee and grounds) before rinsing, I noticed something odd. A black domed thing. I knew it wasn't part of the press. I've owned a press for about eight or nine years and have never seen anything like that. What the ... ?!?
It was the coffee scoop. Yes, friends, my head hurt so that after scooping in the coffee, I dropped the scoop into the press. I have NEVER, in decades of making coffee, done that.
So today the pain woke me again. I'm maintaining a bit of distance from it, nursing my first cup of coffee while I write. And I was very careful this morning to put the scoop back into the coffee cannister. *sigh*
Until I write again ...