Failure of a frightfully familiar kind

Two – 2 – mornings in a row, I put a pot of water on the stove, prepared my grinds and all the fixings, and waited patiently for the water to boil… and waited… and waited…

These past two mornings it’s taken me an average of six minutes to determine that the stove was off.

I’m pleased to say that I’m comfortable with my failings. Why else would I be sharing this with you? In fact, morning coffee isn’t the half of it. I’ve been known to leave wet clothes in the dryer for days (and you can be sure they’re worse for the wear). It’s really kind of frustrating, when I think about it.

It’s best then that I don’t.

Give the gift of words.