So.
What exactly was I thinking yesterday?
My coffee maker — the one Alexa controls — is fussy about filters.
Filters can be obtained from Amazon or Harris-Teeter.
Naturally, I buy mine at Harris-Teeter.
Never mind how inconvenient that is.
Yesterday, I purchased 600 coffee filters.
What makes me think the coffee pot will last 600 filters’ worth?
More importantly:
What makes me think I’ll last 600 filters’ worth?
Funny how the ancient brain calculates these things.
For the record: 200 filters cost $1.49.
I doubt this is financially significant.
And eleven years ago today, I signed on at The Asylum.
At the time, they had a program where residents could “trade up” to a better apartment by jumping ahead in the waiting list.
They were, in fact, waiting for someone to die.
But you did not actually have to live in the apartment you were using to improve your position in the queue.
I never spent a single night in my first apartment.
Fortunately.
It had absolutely nothing going for it.
Other than availability.