The thing about living with three other people is that at any point during the day the odds are good that at least one of them is asleep. The thing about living with three other people in a 750-sqft apartment is that one of those sleeping people is usually in close proximity. Therefore, whenever I brew my coffee, more often than not I have to go into the bathroom, shut the door, and wrap the bean grinder in a towel so I don't wake anybody up.
All that has changed for the next few days, because today my wife took the boys off to bounce around Grandma's house for a while. When I got home tonight, I did what you might expect and cranked up some really old Aerosmith (the good years, when they were all high as kites). Then I threw some beans in the grinder, stood smack in the middle of my kitchen, spread my legs to shoulder-width, and pounded that grinder button with the gusto of an unhinged flamenco dancer. And the peals of granulation rang out into the big empty.
