The basic necessity of coffee

A couple days ago, I ran out of coffee K-cups at home. To backtrack, when I moved back into my home this spring, I bought myself a Keurig coffee maker as a housewarming gift, and I gave my drip coffee maker to charity. Thursday and Friday, I picked up a cup of coffee at a stand on my way to work. Saturday, I made a special trip in the morning just to buy a cup of coffee.

Today I didn’t feel up to leaving the house. I did have to take the dog into the back yard, and I will have to do that again. Also, I’m scheduled to pick up groceries from Fred Meyer in Bellingham in a little while, so I’ll have to go there. (A box of coffee pods will be among the items I bring back.) But mostly I’ve been either on the computer, or reading, or knitting (two rows), or contemplating. Thinking a lot about my parents. While I was trying to knit, I realized how uncomfortable, headachy, and crabby I was feeling. I finally made the brilliant leap of diagnosing my ill-ease as a lack of coffee.

When we had our family reunion in August, I bought a little container of ground coffee to use in the big coffee urns to provide coffee for my relatives.



I still had some, so I put a couple cups of water in a pan and spooned in some coffee and put it on the burner to boil. Eventually it did so, and I tried to pour it through a paper coffee filter into a mug. I made quite a mess, but I did get a cup of coffee out of the experiment. Also, when I mopped up the spilled liquid, my stove top was cleaner than it had been before.

Now that I’ve had coffee, I do indeed feel better, physically.