[csbrewfisher]

I get out of bed after resetting the alarm four times. I stumble out to the kitchen, hoping my skivvies are on just in case I run into one of our four teenagers, a highly unlikely event, and the dogs are trying to trip me along the way. Unable to see, I retrieve the coffee pot and basket from the dishwasher, mostly by feel. Whole beans? Screw that, it's way to serious and I'm hardly awake. I try to count three scoops of Maxwell House into the Bunn dripper, fill it with water, then wait two minutes while I feed the spastic dogs and the two spastic bettas. Then I pour two cups of fresh coffee, the other for the stunning Mrs. Brew.

If I can make it just that far, I'm doing real good.