OK, so this was entirely, completely and utterly my fault. No one else is responsible.

Just me.

I was putting together my breakfast–yogurt with nuts, some figs and raspberries on the side, and of, course, coffee–when I heard the coffee maker stutter and gasp. Sometimes it does this, gets all dramatic, but I don’t pay attention because that’s what it wants me to do.

Anyway, it seems a lot more puffy and huffy than usual, so I look over and notice…there’s no water going into the cup.

And THEN I subtly perceive there is coffee-colored water everywhere, all over the counter, heading under the microwave, cascading to the floor. Everywhere.

I think back to a moment of “huh” while I was making the coffee, when I slid the cone-filter holder into place and it didn’t quite “click.” And realization struck.

I put the cover for the basket, the one with a hole to direct the water into the cone filter, on backwards.

Back. Wards.

So the water just ran over and out.

I told you it was my fault. So I had to clean it up, all that runny, runny coffee-colored water, which I discovered wasn’t actually my coffee as the grounds were dry as a bone and ready to go.

So upside, I guess?

That’s my morning. How about you?

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