On the one hand, I must count my blessings that my wife is willing to make me a cappuccino and take care of me.
On the other hand, I must question how she has the capacity to turn out the foulest tasting drink from a Jura J9 that requires you to put a cup under the spout and press one button.
But I still count my blessings though.
And cherish every cup she brings me.