So today, at the age of 33.5, I learned to make coffee. I have been working at it, on and off, since I was about 12, and today I got the formula right: 6 cups of water and 7 level scoops of coffee. It's pretty thrilling. Up until today, I have woken up in the morning and stomped around in a grumpy and caffeine deprived stupor until around until my husband woke up to make the coffee. Unless I was at a hotel with room service, it has not been pretty for the past 21.5 years. Now that I know how to do it, I plan to set the timer on the coffee maker and have coffee ready when I get up tomorrow morning. It will be just like living at my parents' house. Thrilling!!! Its a whole new world.
Anyway, this morning I got in a run before I headed off to Pure Barre. Now, I have in my head that my summer thing will be Pure Barre. I could do it like once a week and learn the basics and then if and when my fall got busy, I could get videos and do it at home. I have taken a Pure Barre class before, and for whatever reason I had blocked out how hard and painful it was and just how sweaty you can get when you are barely moving. It was excruciating, and I was shocked (as per usual) to think that I do all this swimming and running and whatnot and I am still a lump of misery in a Pure Barre class. It's probably good for me.
Steak for dinner, swim tomorrow!!!
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My Cuisenart will refuse to brew/flow periodically leaving a large coffee spill on the kitchen counter requiring intense cleanup. I say bad words nobody should hear. Culprit seems to be grind blockage. Beware.
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