I've always been someone who felt that by doing the same thing every day, one gets faster at it, the process, whatever it may involve, becomes simpler, more familiar, expedient. This is so with nearly everything I do on a regular basis. There is, however, one action that confounds me, a routine for which I never seem to develop that shortcut or time-saving tweak for: removing a coffee filter from the endless stack of snugly packaged coffee filters. Every day I go for one so that I can brew coffee for my wife. I don't even drink it anymore since I had my abdomen ravaged by greedy surgeons. Every day, I paw at the edges of the filters like a neanderthal, trying desperately to get a piece of the top one so that I can extract it and continue on with the morning.
I suppose, in thinking about it, I could spend an evening somehow separating them so that they are easy to grab in the morning. In the past I did this, particularly when grinding my own beans. At least then the one I need is ready for me when I am at my most groggy and uncoordinated. I think I shall have to return to this practice.
This has been brought to you by South Park, because you know, I learned something today.
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