Fortunately He Didn’t Drink Much

This morning I found a dead moth in my coffee.  While I am happy to report that this didn’t ruin my morning, I have decided to excuse myself from having to make any witty observations and/or pithy comments today.

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Because At That Temperature I’m Surprised It Wasn’t Just A Cup Of Steam!

Fortunately I knew to be cautious when I asked for a fresh cup of coffee to replace one that had been served to me tepid, and a good thing too!  My replacement coffee was not only hot enough to violate industry standards, but it came close to being hot enough to violate the laws of science.

Maybe Even Less

Today I read that somebody calculated that you could heat up a cup of coffee if you shouted at it constantly for around a year and a half.

I’m pretty sure we all know people that easily do that in half the time.

I May Be Asking Others For Help Later Today Though

Some day I’m going to learn to set aside my excessive pride and just ask for help first when I need help.  Today I practiced this by asking coffee for some help.

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 . . .