Coffee pot for one

I had a long post all written out - and then I lost it by accident. I hate that when that happens.
So, I've made a pot of coffee. I haven't been home long enough in over two weeks to actually make a pot of coffee. I'm the only drip coffee drinker - which sucks because there is nothing like having someone else make a pot of coffee in the morning.

It always takes too much time to clean the filters and pot. Grind the coffee, measure the water - clean the counters of spilled coffee grounds and water. Stand around listening to the machine peculate, find a clean mug and check and see if there's milk. It is such a process - to nurture myself.

Because that's really what I'm talking about. Life has gotten so damn hectic and full that I'm not sure where I am in my own self care piece. I'm trying to be so diligent in all the areas of my life which naturally somehow preclude my own self. Old story. I need a new way of working it.

Whenever I start wanting someone else to take care of me - even if it is making a pot of coffee - I hear what I am really whispering to my self: I need self care.