Just Call me Goldilocks

The end of Daylight Savings Time has caused me many a trial and tribulation.  

About a year ago, I switched the way I was making my morning coffee.  I now use a percolator.  

I LOVE a percolator.  My coffee is piping hot, and so flavorful.  The only trouble is . . . it doesn't have a timer on it.  Percolator's take approximately 10 minutes to perfectly brew the most delicious  coffee.  It's worth it, for sure, but about a month ago I got a simply brilliant idea to . . . get a timer  to plug my coffee pot into!!!!  So I bought this snazzy timer, from Amazon: 

It is lovely.  I get my perfect cup of coffee- and it's ready for me when I wake up.  I don't have to wait for it.  It's waiting for me.  That's luxury right there.  

Then Daylight Savings Time ended.  All that has been happy in my world ended.  It's been RUINED.  

Last Sunday night, I reset the timer.  I planned for this time change.  I was ready for it.  When Doug came to bed at 10:30, he said,  "You know you're coffee pot is on."  WHAT?????????  WHHHHHHYYYYYYY?????????    I was already in wrapped up in my covers and too dismayed at the turn my life had just taken, so I decided to deal with it in the morning.  I woke up at 4am worrying about whether I would wake up in time to make my perfect cup of coffee.  After 30 minutes, I gave up.  I got out of bed, made the coffee then, and drank it an hour early. AN HOUR EARLY!  How am I to recover from that disruption to my carefully crafted morning routine?!!!!  I can't.  
That evening, I totally reset the timer, I plugged the percolator in, said a small prayer that it would all turn out ok, and went to bed.  When I woke up in the morning, I awoke to the heavenly aroma of my coffee.  Except . . . it was luke warm.  What in the world?!!!! Luke warm coffee?!  That's not quite right.  Doggone it.  Wednesday morning was the same thing!  What happened to my perfect mornings?!  Daylight Savings Time you ruin everything!  (Just ask my dog, who thinks she's being tortured and forgotten, when we feed her "an hour late" every night now). 

I checked my timer and discovered . . . I had set it for the wrong time, and it was brewing an hour earlier than I need it.  No wonder it was luke warm.  I reset it again and finally.  Finally, finally, finally- after many mornings of despondency- my coffee was just right.  Just the way I like it.  And all was right in my world.  (in case you are wondering- it is this situation that proves, should the Zombie Apocalypse actually happen . . . I'm one of the first to go.  I have no need to prep for something I won't survive due to my rigidly, structured life)


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