After a late night of cake-making, I woke up at the crack of dawn this morning to prepare for an early meeting. Took Disco out to do her business, checked email, watched some Tour de France...you know, the usual. But upon stumbling into the kitchen, I found something that made me want to head straight back to bed, curl into a fetal position under the covers, and wish for the resilience of a cockroach.
Plague? Check.
Pestilence? Check.
Not a speck of coffee in the whole damn house? Checkity check.
Let us pray.
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