COFFEE!!

FJ

They say addicts don’t even realize when they’re addicted to something until it’s too late. I learned that the hard way this morning. I wasn’t always a coffee drinker. It all started about ten years ago. A cup here, a cup there, always prefering tea or cocoa. But at 5:30 am, there I was, staring at a broken Mr. Coffee.

I went into the textbook stages of grief. Denial-“No, this can’t be happening!” Anger-“Work,Work, WORK, you son of a motherless goat!” Then I started poking the on/off switch. Bargaining- “Please, please, please, please, please.” I sat on the floor holding the lifeless shell, rocking back and forth, caressing it -Depression.

Finally, I decided I didn’t really NEED coffee. It was just a habit, a motion, absolutely unnecessary. I could accept this and move on like a grown up. So I put three tablespoons of coffee grounds on my cereal and started my day.