This post wasn't really written on Saturday, but on Sunday.
On Saturday R had to go to school because his students were taking this exhibition exam, and I woke up early to see him off. I don't usually wake up early on weekends. (And neither does he).
I wanted to make us coffee but found out that we didn't have any in the house. No coffee in the whole house. I was devastated.
R left. I was left at home with a pounding headache, a result of no coffee and too much sleep on Friday. (On Friday, they let me go home at 1 PM because they were afraid the rallies protesting the fuel price hike would turn into riots). I managed to finish typing up a presentation for my Tuesday class, but the headache was very bad. Very bad. I couldn't go out to buy coffee because R took the car.
I just knew I had to be patient for just a few hours: I knew R would bring home some coffee in the afternoon.
I was right: at around 4 he arrived, with 4 small bags of coffee, and I slowly recovered.
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