“Never mess with a Marine’s coffee if you want to live” – I’m not a Marine, nor have I played one on television. But I caution you not to mess with my coffee. The results may be catastrophic. Today I started the day with a low grade headache. Sometimes a hearty dose of caffeine will reduce the ache between my ears. After dropping my kids off at school I slipped into the parking lot of a nearby Dunkin Donuts. Egad — the line was snaked around the corner. It was like bumper cars on steroids. My minor headache morphed into a steady throb. This pushed me to plan B. Fifteen minutes later I pulled into the parking lot of my neighborhood DD, where only four cars were waiting in the drive thru line. Within seconds I had a large coffee (cream only) in hand and a smile on my face. Then came an extreme error in judgement. I drove away without doing a taste test. When I finally cracked the lid the scent of tea wafted through my car. Only it didn’t taste pure. Somehow I ended up with a hybrid mix…..the smell of tea with a diluted taste of coffee. Blech!!!!! The memory is a bit blurry but I think I might have cried at that moment. Now I have an overwhelming urge to go back to that drive thru and give them back their cute pink and orange styrofoam cup. This shouldn’t happen, people. Especially on a Friday.
Now, without the benefit of coffee, I’m sitting at my computer trying to organize my day. So far my spirits are not lifted:
- Sneak in all the household chores I’ve ignored before my spouse returns from an out of town business trip (laundry, dishes, dry cleaner, ugh, ugh, ugh)
- Sit my big butt down on the recumbent bike for at least 45 minutes (of course, I need to actually pedal this time)
- Finish outlining the last two chapters of my work-in-progress. The end is near. Seriously, I mean it this time.
- Pick out at least two books to download on my Kindle. I’m impatiently waiting for the latest release from Kristan Higgins but I need something to hold me over this weekend.
- Decide if I’m going to participate in NaNoMo this year. Some years I’ve had great success with it and other years have been a bust 🙂
- Step away from my keyboard right now so I can cut the lawn in my backyard before the storm clouds here unleash their fury.