Karma is I forgot the coffee

I went to WalMart on Friday night to get coffee. I came home, went to work on my computer, fell asleep, and woke up. I forgot to get coffee.

That's okay, though, because I stopped at a Java House on James Street and got a dark roast and a hot cinnamon roll. Had I remembered to get the coffee I purposefully went to WalMart to get, I would not have had the cream cheese, cinnamon experience that I had.

Of course, this morning, I'm not as fortunate. I stopped at Price Chopper and got more coffee, so no road trips this a.m. or disgustingly robust, gooey sugar-dough.