The Engineer's Love

Your process is inefficient, my love.
The coffee beans are too far removed from the grinder.
A larger scoop would allow you to fill the filter
With less motion and more accuracy.
Heaping scoops have too much variability
Leveling them off would allow for precise measurements.

Morning is the time for peak efficiency
That is why I rise at six even on weekends
As you stretch into the warm blankets I left behind
Reaching for another hour of sleep, and then another
Interrupted by the irregularity of three alarm clocks
At intervals of five, seven and nine minutes.

There is no method to your madness of papers
Carpeting the living room carpet as you sit
On the floor and multitask your weekends
Moving forward but never gaining ground.
My work is organized into bits of data,
Stored redundantly on a server in Texas.

There are better ways to do things, my love
Still my mornings consist of listening for your alarms
Scooping and grinding your coffee with wasted motion.
Estimating the timing to be ready when you rise.
Inelegant procedures that provide continuity
Can hold together a symbiotic system with incredible integrity.