After Two Cups Full, I Was Ready To Go!

(No, the news isn’t cheery of late.  I’m not in denial . . . I’m being obstinate!)

Today I discovered that doing without morning coffee isn’t so bad when you substitute it with morning cookies provided you keep the doses the same.

A Little Knowledge Can Be A Ridiculous Thing

George Washington invented instant coffee.  It’s a fact!

(It really is, but it’s also a potentially deceptive one depending on framing and how credulous you are.)

– With thanks and due credit to theoatmeal.com.

Probably, But I’m Noting It Anyway

Three days without coffee; three nights with nightmares.

Coincidence?

And We DIDN’T Talk Politics

Originally my thoughts were political this morning, but that started to change when my son asked me to make him “coffer” (a creation of his own design, a mix of water, orange juice and apple juice).  Once I had his coffer “steeping” in a plastic cup complete with lid and straw, my son told me I had forgotten to pull the straw up, momentarily baffling me, then I realized he wanted his coffer cup to look like the french press coffee pot I was using.

“Are you planning to have coffer with me when my coffee is ready?”  I asked.

“Uh huh!” he answered brightly.  “We can talk while we drink!”

And so we did.

Next Time, Please Try Saying Something

Jokes aside, I really have scaled back my caffeine intake, and so far I’ve been sticking to it.  In part because it’s just a good idea for me, but mostly because once I told people I was cutting back on my coffee, everyone . . . and I mean everyone I told this to responded with some variation of, “Yeah . . . I’ve been a little worried about how much coffee you’ve been drinking lately, but I didn’t want to say anything . . .”

 

No More Morning Coffee For Me

I meant what I said yesterday about still laughing at the days when I didn’t drink coffee “every day.”

But what I didn’t mention was that long before I stopped laughing, I decided I should start scaling back on my coffee drinking, and that’s what I did.  All in all, it’s going pretty well.  The afternoons are still a little rough, but I still manage to get out of bed eventually . . .

First Cake, Now Coffee

The other day, while browsing the Candles & Curses archives, I came across this entry (made before the birth of my son) about how I had learned to drink coffee, but didn’t drink it every day, or even every week.

I’m still laughing at that.

So It WASN’T Just Me Then, But Until She Said That, I Wasn’t Sure

“Did you take my coffee mug?” I asked Lala this morning.

“Noooo!” she answered, sounding a little offended at the question.

“Are you sure?” I persisted.

“I got this mug from the cabinet,” she insisted.

Given how bleary, particularly in the morning, I’ve been  these past few weeks, it seemed like a losing proposition to pursue this, but I was also too bleary to not pursue it just a little further.  “It’s just that I was positive I left that black mug near the coffee pot,” I explained.  “And I don’t remember that other black mug I see sitting clean on the counter being there five minutes ago.”

There was a pause, then a heartfelt response from Lala of “I am so sorry!  I’m still really sleepy!”

Judging By The Look Of Their Mugs

I just realized that I have started to judge if it’s a good time to ask someone around here for something by how full the mug in front of them is. The fuller the mug, the less time they’ve had to sit in peace to drink it, and the more likely I’ll get a better response if I give them a bit more time before asking.

(On an unrelated note, I really need to start making Candles & Curses my evening thoughts, not my morning thoughts. Lately my morning thoughts all seem to be revolving around sleep, coffee and/or the lack thereof . . .)

Don’t Cross The Streams (Of Consciousness)

(This line of “thinking” on my part was actually some time back, but it amused me, so I wrote it down.  Since it fits my unofficial theme of the week, I decided to post it today.)

Why didn’t I get more sleep?

I need coffee.

Why am I so stressed?

I need a beer.

Why doesn’t coffee and beer taste better when mixed?