I don’t know what it was. It could have been the late nights of studying catching up with me or the mind chatter that just wouldn’t stop; but I had the worst night’s sleep. I laid on my back and alternated between staring at the ceiling and staring at the alarm clock. The glow in the dark stars on my ceiling had long lost their luminous charm. The minutes on the alarm clock quickly turned into hours and the inevitable dread filled my body—how am I going to function tomorrow at work?

After I arose from bed and slipped into my car, I proceeded to arrive at my regular morning coffee stop and spoke into the crackly speaker. “Medium Coffee, Double Double. Yes, that’s it.” I arrived at work approximately 25 minutes later, not knowing just how I made it in. My car pulled into the parking lot and I turned off the engine. With coffee in hand I walked into work and started my regular routine—with trouble. I could not shake off last night’s drowsiness and this morning’s coffee just wasn’t doing it for me. Its tepid temperature did not help matters either, so I brought the cup over to the microwave for a little nuke.

I opened the microwave, pressed the buttons and went back to my desk. Maybe that’ll help out. This tiredness isn’t going away by itself. I hear a faint dinging indicating the microwave was done doing whatever it does. I head on back and open it the microwave. There’s no coffee cup in the microwave. My first thought—please remember I’m working on a maximum of 3 hours of sleep—“Whoa. What happened? Did I just witness some form of magic?”

My hope for a magical explanation for my coffee cup disappearance is quickly dashed as I glance above the microwave. You see my dear friends; I put the coffee cup on TOP of the microwave. Not IN it. Perplexed as to how the coffee cup got on top is still a blur to me; I’m not sure how it happened.

And so, my musings of my life—and magical coffee cups—begins.

Looking forward to spending some time with you over my magical cup of coffee….