Oct 23, 2005 11:10
While taking my first cup of coffee of the morning, my knee kept getting wet. Like coffee was dripping from the cup. This isn't so unusual as often early in the morning I can't manage to keep my lips firmly closed around the rim of the cup and I dribble a bit. But then its my shirt that gets wet, not my knee.
A suspicious pool was also forming on the table next to the computer. Hmm, I thought. Lifting the cup to take a closer look, I discovered a tiny crack along the bottom. And the precious coffee was slowly leaking out!
I'm housesitting right now, which is why I didn't already know that the cup was faulty. This house is an enigma. It is spotlessly clean. The first impression is that a veritable Martha Stewart lives here, but that illusion is quickly squashed. A perusal of the kitchen reveals not only an abundance of pre-packaged foods but also the surprising absence of any sort of oil. This is a house in France, and there is not even a bottle of olive oil.
After a crazy week, particularly the last few days, I'm giving myself the day off. That means I have nothing to do but dick around on the internet and watch dvds. I have forbidden myself to do anything remotely productive, such as get on the metro. It's going to be great.