Not every boon blooms from discovery of that magic elixir, except where coffee is concerned. Most are patched together from dryer lint and mended hems and insufficient bites of apple in the car and the dizzy-sick of last night’s back-to-school sleeplessness as the next sun sets. It was a good day, Mom, says Babygirl, well past the afternoon tears. I am a mess, she says. I hose her off laughing in the dark and leave the rest of the mess in the car, set the alarm, hoping to sleep soon. In a few hours I am up again, straight to the coffee pot, with food to the cat in the morning dark, saying Okay. Okay, day. Okay.
Coffee is a gift from the gods. 🙂
Amen to that! : )
I’m still straight to the coffee pot in the morning even though there’s no caffeine, just like I’m straight to a hazy IPA after I run even though there’s no alcohol. Don’t get me started on dairy-free Ben and Jerry’s. Gasp, I’m living a lie.
Haha Jeff! It’s funny, I was thinking about you (and your devout enthusiasm for coffee while having switched to decaf) when I wrote this and was like, “Wow, how does he do it?!” If I ever switch over (unimaginable, but stranger things have happened, including your decaf move : ) ) . . . I am quite sure I will continue to start with the coffee pot, deciding that whatever is in it is the “secret” and indispensable elixir.