I spilled my coffee this morning.

Whop-wob, if you've been listening to this podcast for any length of time, you know I love two things.

Chocolate chip cookies and coffee.

Methodical coffee, to be more specific, but this morning it just got away from me, and the coffee

spilled.

Now allow me to replay the scenario.

I awoke to my most favorite smell, which is brewed coffee, and proceeded to pour a cup

of this most divine beverage, as I leashed up Derby, our dog, for the morning routine. Suddenly,

out of nowhere, Derby sees a squirrel run directly in front of us, and he attempts to demonstrate

his animalistic instinct in chasing said squirrel. Ah, Derby, you are a Bernadoodle that squirrel would eat you alive, to which by this point

was completely pointless.

After all, with sudden done, everything eventually returned to being calm as we continued

on our morning routine.

But if I may ask, when you heard me say I spilled my coffee,

what was the image you first had in mind?

Was it a full cup of coffee falling over and going in every direction?

Maybe even worse.

Perhaps it was falling into an open laptop, or perhaps the whole cup falling

into my lap as I was driving down a busy interstate. Where did your mind go when I said I spent

my coffee? What really happened was the abrupt jerk in the dog jumping after the squirrel, which

jarred the coffee cup as a few drops simply spilt from the cup.

Just a few drops, barely enough to cover my thumb.

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