I’ve been so harried that I let the unthinkable happen: I let the coffee supply run out. Yesterday, I brewed some decaf to trick myself a bit, with the vague thought that I might happen across a cup of Java somewhere during my day. By about 2pm, my addled brain was confused: “why are we so tired, and flat? Is this exhaustion, or depression, or what? We need to get it in gear and get Gospel Matt’s casing installed and finished.”
It was a good thirty minutes later before I detected the quiet thought that I was sans caffeine. I pinched a Diet Coke from the cupboard, and started to feel a bit better. But still not quite right. So I stopped by the grocery store last night for the essentials: bread, eggs, milk, beer, and Organic Pacific Rim Blend.
Despite the fact that I got up in the fours this morning, my usual two cups (or is it four?) have me feeling much more myself today. Sweet.