For the past few days, the Internet has been slow at my house and often doesn’t work. Without being able to refresh my “inbox” every hour or so, it’s time to look for other things to do. I went to make a cup of coffee and the “kind-of-cheap-but-good-enough” espresso machine spilled water all over the sides of the filter instead of pressing it through the coffee to get that great, tiny little brew I love to take up to my office after the kids jump on the bus. The cup, the counter, the wall, and the clock were covered with coffee grounds. I turned off the machine.

As I was working on a chapter in my book, the printer ran out of paper. I put in one sheet and the machine ate it like a lion devouring a rabbit. The light blinked: Paper stuck! Paper stuck! Yeah!! Like tell me something that could help me like how to get it out! I opened the front door and could see the whites of the edges, black ink smeared all over my fingers as I grasped what I could. Itsy bitsy pieces ripped off into my hands. I think I’d have better luck retrieving the rabbit from the lion. I turned it off.

So I probably won’t be able to publish photos today; I’m making coffee the Costa Rican way with a cloth bag that I hold over a cup, and the printer is still is digesting my page. With my Golden Calves melted, broken, or stuck, I guess I’ll have to find another muse. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.