I wake up to the off-key anxiety clock. With great effort I get out of bed and make my way to the kitchen. With one eye open, I manage to deal with yesterday filter and coffee grounds out of the coffee and amazingly I am able to remove them and put in the trash. I fill the pot with H2O, and finally get new coffee filter in the maker. As I struggle to open the canister of coffee, the spell of this wonderful grinds tingles my senses and I begin the expedition to become part of the living again.
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