What does it mean to be a coffee addict? I have exactly one cup in the morning…usually. There are the occasional cups shared over conversation with a friend at other times during the day, but for the most part I have only one cup a day. And for that one cup, I drink alone. But, oh, what that one cup does. I find myself dreaming about it all day long. There are times when I can’t wait to go to bed just so I can wake up and have my cup of coffee. I’m not sure if this shows admirable self-control on my part or unashamed gluttony. And it’s not just the coffee I dream about. It’s the cream (half and half, NOT Coffee-Mate) and sugar (sugar in the raw, thank you very much, NOT white sugar) that appeal to me every bit as much as the steaming, black, liquid caffeine.
Not that I don’t have other good reasons to get up in the morning (which I have gone into in great detail in previous posts), but on the days when it’s hard to remember what they are, it’s good to have coffee to look forward to.