The other day, when I was cleaning the garage, I found the coffee grinder. Handed it off to my sister. Told her to throw it away. "Wait." Took it back. Opened it. Sniffed, tasted. It hadn't been used for coffee much, lately. I pointed this out to my mother. "Oh.. I thought I threw that away." I stared. I'm getting good at it. "You can do that now." "Yeah. Obviously no one is going to be grinding any coffee beans in this anymore. I wouldn't drink out of it, anyway." I have since thought about this, and now I'm sorry I threw it away. Otherwise, this didn't bother me. Life is good, life is nice. Only problem, currently. The song I am trying to listen to is taking forever to buffer. 44%...