I Do Love My Coffee, But Not Much Else These Days

 I'm hanging out at Price Chopper in the........I'm not sure what this area is called?? Break room?  There are several employees here eating their lunch. But I also know this area is open for customers to buy some pre-made food (such as a turkey bacon wrap which I just finished eating) and settle in to eat.  

Anyway, I'm at a table with my food wrappers beside me and my iced coffee in hand, Starbucks just behind me.



We've had a boil water notice in effect since Monday, due to a tragic house fire in town that resulted in the death of the elder gentleman that lived there. The need for so much water to put the fire out drained water resources to the point that until the town can verify that there isn't an overabundance of bacteria etc in the water, we need to boil all drinking water. Including the water we use to refill the ice cube trays. Sigh.

But on that day, the entire time the siren was blaring and the fire trucks from our town and several surrounding towns were flying by, I sat on the porch trying to get caught up on my e-mails while also trying to ignore the anxious feeling growing bigger in the pit of my stomach.


More than once I have complained about the boil water situation and how it was cramping my style. Especially with regards to making my iced coffee at home. First World problems I know, plus the guilt of remembering the why of needing to boil our water.

I have another 30-45 minutes to wait before I return to the Groomer's to pick up my Freddi Dog. 

And then home again, put a fresh cover on the couch before the dog settles in on it.
Change my clothes so I can weed wack.
And then hopefully, fingers crossed, get a shower in before our company arrives.

Meanwhile I just heard that Roe vs Wade has been overturned.
What the actual fuck??!!??
So many emotions on that one. Anger. Disappointment.  Fear.

My husband commented that it feels a bit Mad Max apocalyptic out there listening to the news these days. Murders and fatal car accidents all over the place. 
Not to sound like a cliche, but these sorts of things don't usually happen here.



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