When I got back from the weekend trip that I wrote about earlier, I discovered that my coffee cup was no longer in its usual position. After several minutes of searching, a thought hit me.
Moments later, I was checking the dishwasher. There, near the front of a clean load, was my coffee cup.
Clean. Outside and inside.
Holding the now-white cup in my hand, I showed my wife the now characterless container.
She acknowledged that my coffee would taste different now, but observed that it should be back to normal in a few weeks.