I've gotten so used to following my Twitter feed that I forgot what it was like before I had a running live blog all day long. I'll have to go back to boring old blogging for now.
I make coffee at home in the morning most of the time. If I don't have time to drink it while I'm getting dressed, I'll put it in a large travel mug and bring it to work. I was running late this morning but I made a pot of coffee anyway and poured it into the travel mug. I added a ton of Splenda and a little cinnamon and had a few sips while I ate breakfast and got ready. But the mug was nearly full when I was ready to leave. It wasn't until I was on the subway (which I had to force my way onto) that I realized I'd left the mug on my coffee table. It's the first time that's happened. I know there are worse things I could have done, such as leaving my refrigerator open, my door unlocked, or my windows open. But I was annoyed at the thought that I left a delicious mug of hot coffee sitting on the table. It has a lid on it and it's not near anything too valuable, so if the cats knock it over I won't lose much. (OK, my New York Philharmonic tickets are on the table. That would be a significant loss.) It's just the principle of forgetting something I enjoy so much.
I could always take more time in the morning so I'm not rushed, but we all know that's not about to happen anytime soon. I don't know how to operate when I have extra time.