I'm unsure what came over me. Usually, on mornings that I have the opportunity to sleep in, I rarely do. I wake early and the first thing I think of is that first cup of coffee. Not this morning, no. I woke up thinking I wanted a pot of tea. When I said this to Valerie, half asleep, she asked me what I had done with her husband. I replied, well, at least I didn't say herbal tea. That seemed to satisfy her that I was the same person she fell in love with and not some tea-swilling pod person.
No, I love coffee. In fact, now that I have had tea, I want coffee. Espresso, to be specific.
I am a coffee addict and I freely admit this. There are worse things and of this I am speaking personally. I was a heavy smoker for 20 years. At one point it was a 3-4 pack a day habit. I quit in 2001 and now I can't stand to be around cigarette smoke. I am glad I finally quit and have no desire to ever start again. I think I started, like many people did, to be cool. Now I realize I am cool without them.
Even though I call myself a coffee addict, usually only drink 1-2 (very large) cups a day during the week. I know there are those who aspire to Voltairean* amounts of coffee consumption. I don't like being jittery, so I will stick with my current consumption.
I know I have said this before, several times, but I hope to post more blog entries more often. I have been averaging about once a month. I realize that is hardly often enough to hold an interest. It's not a New Year's resolution, but I would ideally like to average once a week. We shall see.
Now I think I need to make some coffee...
Blessings and Happy Solstice!
*Voltaire, author of Candide, is said to have drunk 40-50 cups of coffee a day.