Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeghhp.

Every morning, Brian makes me a latte and sends me off to work. And every other evening, I forget to take my coffee mug home with me. So every other morning, Brian sends me off with a different cup (the mathemeticians among you will have figured out by now that I have two).

Heute morgen, I was absorbed in my work and reached over to take a swig from my latte. But it was yesterday's latte, and it was not good.

There's a lesson in that.