after waking up at 3, 5 and 8am, i found it almost exhausting trying to fall back asleep again around 9. through a portion of my shades, i saw dawn had made it self clear and was trying to promote some Sunday morning sun. strangely, i found that to be enough motivation to get up make some coffee.

so there i was, trying to locate the sugar in one of the cabinets above the stove in what looked like a little container from the early 90s. it took me two attempts to make a pot of coffee. there are two reasons why this occured: 1) Linds hasn't used the coffeemaker in... well, ever? and 2) i came to find that the Maxwell shit i used during Round One was just barely expired. i found myself experiencing what coffee's opponenet would experience with a normal cup of java. it was alarming. so i made a go with Round Two and came up only slightly ahead of the last pot. but i do have an alibi. slowly and one by one the girls came out of the rooms. "i smell coffee. who made coffee? al, did you make coffee? i love the morning coffee. coffeeeeeeeee." apparently no one in this house ever made coffee. times are changing. thank god for that.