It's so humid that when I accidentally screwed up putting the coffee into my machine, a bunch spilled onto the floor and immediately got stuck.
I had to get down on my hands and knees with a scrubbing pad and scrub the coffee off the floor. It was gross. Just from a little mistake.
And when I was down on my hands and knees, scrubbing away bits of coffee that no one will ever drink, I felt a strangeness. Is this life? Cleaning up each little problem created one after another? Just a string of messes to clean up?
It was a dark place.
I do drink my coffee black.