splish, splash, splosh, slosh, spill
end of the morning coffee
last sip on the stairs
I had this four cup drip coffee maker in college.
The way it was built, when the coffee was done, the last bit of water in the maker would be blown in out in one big and loud cloud of steam.
‘Coffee’s Ready!’ my roommates would yell when they heard it even though no one else drank coffee.
My roommates could time there day by the sounds it made as I made a pot when I got up, an afternoon pot around lunch time if I was home or later when I got back from class and a third pot after dinner.
And I drank it all.
And maybe bought coffee when I was on campus.
3 or 4 pots of coffee and I still had that feeling of disappoint as I emptied the pot of its last drops and wondered if I should make another pot.
Coffee had to be at the top of my weekly expenses.
At the same time I remember having no problems napping or sleeping at any time (or conversely, staying up all night if I had too).
Now I am down to a pot of coffee in the morning.
It gurgles and gurgles as the timer starts it up before my alarm clock goes off.
Two cups start my day and I pour a third and sip at through the morning.
When I work from home, I work in the upstairs guest bedroom and I bring my cup along and set in front of me on my desk.
At some point I make the switch to ice water in a travel cup and I grab my half filled coffee cup and head downstairs.
Holding my cup I look fondly at the now cool brown liquid and I think of those days of 12 cups of coffee a day.
And I think one more sip.
I raise the cup to my lips and my head steady/
That I am going downstairs doesn’t enter my mind.
I take a step down, I raise my cup and maybe get a sip before the I sloash and splash coffee all over my face, shirt and the steps.
Here’s the point.
I DO THIS ALMOST EVERYDAY!
Why can’t I learn to stop on my way down?
Why can’t I learn to wait until I reach the kitchen?
Will I ever learn?
If I do, will I forget by tomorrow?
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