Morning fog

I made a nice pot of Italian roast coffee this morning.
I had a half-cup while I got ready.
And left the rest in my travel mug on the counter, as I stumbled out the door toward work (at least I remembered the mobile).
I am a coffee snob.
If I had disposable income, I'd buy a $1,200 titanium Italian espresso machine and go to town on it every single day. Straight, fresh and creamy espresso in my little handmade Italian cups or an Americano every now and again.
I dream of this day.
I'm at my desk and all anyone has brewing in the building is Folgers.
Fuck me.
There's a fog around me. I need real coffee - stat.
I cannot work like this.
The desperation settles in.
Wednesday was an unproductive day. I need this day.
I need some fucking coffee.
Options, what are my options?
Call a sympathetic coworker who might take pity on me and swing by a shop?
Get in the truck and drive to a shop?
Wait until I can get into the boss' office and brew a real pot of coffee?
I currently weigh all options.
One thing I will not do.
Drink a cup of swill.
I have standards.