Awfully weak coffee, I thought, looking at the clear hot water in my coffeemaker this morning. After the usual 5 AM limp down the stairs to get to the coffee, it was disappointing, to say the least. I went over the coffee prep checklist in my mind. Clean empty pot in place; check. Right amount of water in reservoir; must have been, because it looks right in the pot, so check. Coffee filter in place in coffee grounds holder; check, but … no coffee grounds in the filter. Then I remembered the phone had rung while I was setting up the coffee the night before to run on the timer. The 19th political candidate robo-call of the day had done me in. Apparently this was my version of “19th Nervous Breakdown.”
