A Rough Morning

I make my own cold brew coffee in a Toddy System, and I love it—except when I drain the last pitcher and procrastinate making a new one. Then morning comes, and there’s no cold brew waiting for me. I hate these mornings.

So here I am, wishing someone would magically hand me an ice-brewed coffee, while realizing my entire day is about to feel askew.

Could I make a cup of hot coffee? Of course. But with the humidity sitting at 98%, my skin was weeping before I even brushed my teeth. Hot coffee? I think not.

Could I brew a hot cup and pour it over ice? Sure—but then I’m sipping watery coffee, ew. Maybe I should drink a hot cup in an ice-cold shower? Hmm. See how ridiculous this obsession becomes?

Or—I could actually get out of my pajamas, get in the van, drive one mile to my favorite shop, and buy a cup. They make a delicious iced brew… but it sets me back $8 (with tip). Just coffee. No flavoring, no sugar, no cream. WTH.

Sigh. I’ll just grab a bottle of water and drink it like a good girl. So, if you talk to me today, please lower your expectations…