Funny how when you get thrown out of your routine by something unexpected and unwelcome, nothing seems more appealing than getting back into your usual groove, a groove you thought you were utterly bored with. Mornings are the best, with coffee and almonds that I've roasted in a cast iron pan, and things to read on the internet.
I dreamed of trying to make coffee, but I was always missing one thing that I needed, which was in another room. I'd go to that other room and then I'd realize something else was missing. I was getting frantic. Even my subconscious clings so tightly to it.