jerky

This morning, I ground up some fresh beans for a French Press. As the water in the kettle was heating up, I stepped outside to finish off the bowl from the night before. Nearly completing the task at hand, I went into the other room to start work on my current painting. 30 minutes later I got up and only then did I remember the now toxic, unpressed mix on the kitchen counter. With that batch ruined, and without enough heart to start a new process, I grabbed my things and headed out the door to the coffee shop down the street. I strangely told my betta fish that I'd be right back as I passed him in the hallway. Realizing just then, as I said goodbye to Mr. Handsome, I said "Hello" to rock bottom.