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Each day feels new, and my memory of the one before is faint. I’m learning to adapt.

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#1110378 added March 11, 2026 at 8:04am
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The Bug, the Coffee, and the Middle Finger
This morning started with coffee and a minor act of war.

Sometime during the night, a bug decided to bite the middle finger on my right hand. Not the pinky. Not the thumb. No, it went straight for the structural support beam of my coffee cup.

That finger does most of the engineering when holding a mug.

Now every sip reminds me that somewhere out there a bug chose violence.

The plan this morning was simple. Write today’s blog post, then go back to thinking about my stories. I’ve been working on one about a girl named Milly, and sometimes characters linger in your head longer than they should, pacing around like they forgot where the exit is.

But today my brain isn’t exactly firing on all cylinders.

Not a bad day. Just one of those mornings where the words show up late and the coffee has to carry more of the workload.

The bug bite complicates things.

Because the natural human response when something annoys you is to give it the middle finger.

Unfortunately, in this case, the middle finger is the problem.

But mornings are like that sometimes.

The brain warms up slowly and the gears start lining up one sip at a time.

Some mornings, you wake up ready to conquer the world.

Other mornings, you wake up arguing with your own middle finger.

Today appears to be the second kind.

Still, the coffee is good. And if a bug was trying to ruin my morning, it underestimated how stubborn a man with a fresh cup of coffee can be.

Standard operating procedure around here is simple.

Drink the coffee.
Write the words.
And if necessary, give the universe the finger.
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