Had last night off.
Got up early this morning, and got the kids and wife ready for work and school, and got 'em out the door.
Called to make sure Dad was still coming over at 0900 to pick me up to go to the P.D. pistol match, only to find out that he was still asleep (oops.).
Went to get another cuppa coffee. . . dregs only. No problem, I thought, I'll just make another pot, and offer Dad a cup when he gets here.
Only. . . we're out of coffee filters.
Go to Backup Filters... gone! Oh, hateful move! Why hast thou deprived me of life's necessities?!?
Well, no big deal. The beauty of a conical filter pot is that a field expedient filter may be devised with a single paper towel, by folding it into a quarter, then pulling it open so that it's triple layer on one side, single on the other.
No paper towels.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Water drips through a coffee filter at 190 to 200 degrees Fahrenheit... which probably will kill whatever had grown on the used coffee filter that I'd thrown into my trash two hours before.
Maybe it's time to face the fact that I have an addiction.
OK. Here goes.
My name is Matt, and I am a coffee addict.
And I'm fine with that.
Now can you pick up a pack of #4 conical filters and a pound of coffee on your way back home? That'd be great, thanks.