I’m not the first, and definitely not the last, to say that I have a mild addiction to the thing. Specifically, my morning cup of coffee.
I’m watching a television series at the moment, perhaps you’ve heard of it. It’s called Twin Peaks and it was a short lived, but wonderful series. A fantastically written character, FBI Agent Dale Cooper, who has a passion for coffee. “This is DAMN fine coffee! And HOT!” He explains to another character who wants to rush off without their coffee (more or less):
“Harry, I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it, don’t wait for it, just let it happen. Could be a new shirt at the men’s store, a catnap in your office chair….. or two cups of good, hot, black coffee…. Like this.”
I like presents.
I’ve taken to drinking it black with sweetner. Somehow I went from Starbucks only, with cream, or soymilk, and lots of sugar, to just… coffee. Drip coffee. Made in a coffee maker at work, or at home. I think this means I have become a grown-up. I can drink the big people drinks, and I have acquired a taste for them. Or perhaps my tastebuds are slowly dying and I can’t tell the difference.
In any case, coffee has become a vital part of my workday. And I like it!
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