Saturday morning. I slept in, woke up to find a very affectionate cat in my bed, who wanted to be snuggled and loved on. So I scritched the cat, slowly woke up to the point I was willing to get out of bed, and headed out to the kitchen for breakfast.
While I was preparing to make coffee, I accidentally shattered the glass beaker to my French press. I have no other coffee maker.
Life is unfair.