The coffee's gone cold and I don't mind

I used to time my pour-over to the second — now I'm sitting here at 21:30 with a mug I forgot halfway through, and the steam's long gone. There was a claim file I closed twenty years ago that still follows me around, and I think I finally stopped trying to close it for good. Some things just want to sit there, like the last half inch of coffee, and that's okay.