A friend pointed out to me after the last installment** that one CAN actually make coffee at home. I mumbled something about not wanting to clean up any more dishes, but I also failed to mention to him just how waterlogged my brain can be in the morning when I get up. Case in point: this morning when I came to, I was walking around the house sipping normal tap water with a depressed looking little bag in it.
In my somnambulist state, I had skipped the whole heat-up-the-water part of the coffee making process. Dufus.
**which incidentally freaked me out a little that someone other than Esther does actually read this blog - what if there are others?! What if they think I'm a dufus or a crazy lady?!?! Oh wait, they already knew that. Phew.