As I puttered around the kitchen this morning, making coffee and putting dishes away, I was oblivious to the fact that I’d used up the last of the milk yesterday and not replaced it.
When the time came to put milk into my coffee, I was mightily annoyed with myself — both for not having gone out to get more milk and for having conveniently fogotten the whole issue until it was time to have my morning cup.
Grrrr. No coffee is not how I wanted to start my day.
UPDATE: Decided to try Americano-style and added some hot water to the cup, plus a little extra sugar. Not bad, although given a choice I’d prefer milk. Scott later wandered in and pointed out that I could have added a packet of hot chocolate; I’d forgotten all about that option as well.