A couple of mornings ago, I was disturbingly unable to find my favorite coffee mug. I looked in all the likely places. This place is cluttered, but not so cluttered that a big yellow mug isn’t going to stand out. Eventually, I gave up and used a different one.
Later that day, I was about to microwave a slice of leftover pizza for a late lunch, when I found my mug. In the microwave. Full of yesterday’s cold coffee.
Apparently, the day before, I *really* needed that coffee. Not just because I was willing to microwave cold coffee just to get my caffeine fix quicker. But because I didn’t have the attention span to remember to get it out of the microwave 25 seconds later.