It's that time again - the one where I recycle a few older posts to support the time I need to recharge along the coastline. Hope you enjoy. I'll be back soon! -Kel
A small voice calls to me from my sleep. Do you want coffee, Kel? Doesn't matter that it's 2am, 5am, mid-afternoon. I always answer yes. Short of labeling it an addiction, coffee is comfort. It's my siren song.
In a vain attempt at creating coffee shop-worthy drinks, I made my own cold brew. Not half bad. However, the espresso beans were a bit past their shelf life so it turned out somewhat bitter. I still drank it. Then I ordered new beans.
Chicka D's, of course
Also, I had a small issue with remembering to complete my fasted blood work so I was forced to reschedule which resulted in a nearly lunchtime appointment. Fasted. Starving. Not in a great overall mood. That particular day called for a third caffeinated beverage, mainly as a reward for not harming anyone.
I don't know how some people do it. How do they survive without these magical beans? I never want to find out.
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I ask you -
How much coffee do you drink per day?
Does the need for coffee ever wake you up?
Tell me about the last time you forgot an important appointment!
(The post They Beckon Me first appeared here at Running on Fumes.)
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