'Oh. Well. Carry on then."

The man woke up to the sound of the coffee maker this morning, like he had done countless mornings before...

"Already?" he thought, as he tried to bring himself all the way awake.

In that, he failed, until the sound of the coffee maker got his attention again.
It sounded....wrong.

The man has a long, sordid history with coffee makers.  Much like how one can be unlucky in love, he has been unlucky in small household appliances.
But, similarly,  as one should not simply give up and turn their back on the chance of finding happiness; he always looked forward.
"This new coffee maker is gonna be THE ONE. It won't leak, it won't refuse to start, it won't stain my countertops.  THIS ONE... is special."

Anyhow, he came all the way awake (he thought) when he realized that the coffee maker didn't sound like it was functioning properly.   He heard the bubbling noise, but didn't hear the coffee hitting the bottom of the pot.
No sizzle as the heating element warmed up and burnt off the few drops of water that always congregated there.  
Maybe it's because he was lying on his good ear and wasn't hearing it properly...nope.  Something was definitely amiss.
And as "something amiss" and "coffeemaker" usually equalled "Huge ass mess", he sprung out of bed, padding across the cold floors in the dark toward the kitchen.

Where he realized it was only 12:15am.
And where his dog was finishing up a long, loud, drink of water.
"Oh.  Well.  Carry on then."

shit.

The man mentally shook his head at the sheer silliness of the situation, and stumbled back to bed.

Five hours later, the coffeemaker started as scheduled, and worked as promised.

"Why'd you get up to check on Lucy?"  his wife asked a short time later.
"Were you afraid she was out of water?"

Well, not exactly.....