And walking the streets with a fried egg on my head, having just eaten my hat.
My entire house smells like burnt coffee, with a hint of rubber. I put the stove top coffee maker on a short while ago, somewhat distractedly, apparently without any actual water in it. I passed it a few times thinking huh, that's taking a while to gurgle.
Well, aside from the melted rubber washer the thing is okay. No house fire. No billowing smoke.
I guess it's time for a walk to the nearest cafe for a coffee. Safer too.