The dog food bin.
I’m currently packing all my belongs to relocate. Consequently, important things say like Carmen Sandieago, have been relocated to places like my office where I’ll need her if I have to go to the high school (which is the worst, longest building ever). Anyhow, I digress–lack of sleep–will note in my next post, BUT, I’m crawling around my current house, grumbling about how I got my free workout in and darn well better have lost weight thrashing around last night, and get to the dog food bin, toss my boy some kibble, and then brilliantly realize, that bin is just about the PERFECT height. So, up I go, climbing onto the bin, then suddenly I have access to the coffee filters! Popeye’s magic here I come! I then proceed to scoot/rock over to the coffee pot, grab my travel mug (brilliant idea long discovered) and scoot across to my walker, slowly make it back to the living room with a long hard look at the vacuum cord as a potential leash long enough to let my dog out (all his other ones but a short one are packed) then settled in for the coffee to work it’s magic.