I woke up at 3 a.m. My mind was racing and I could not just roll over and go to sleep. Was it a character flaw, a deep and ugly case of guilty conscience? Remembering something I had not done? No, none of the above.
Yesterday afternoon, just after lunch I was rolling down the hill toward the Possetorium and I had the brilliant idea,”Why don’t I get myself a nice cup of coffee? I know there is a Starbucks not a minute away.”
I love coffee. I love everything about coffee. I have always loved coffee. When I was a little girl I used to sit and watch my parents drink it and smell the scent of it. I was allowed to have just a teaspoon of coffee with milk in it and I savored it a drop at a time so that it lasted almost as long as a cup of it did. Now, I am a grownup and I do love my coffee.
But not at 3 a.m. which is when it came back to haunt me. I did get to look out the window in the strange light of morning, and ponder the impenetrable mysteries of the universe BUT somehow I did not figure out the meaning of life and I did fall asleep at about 4 but I had to rise at 6 and now I am resolved no more afternoon coffee.
One day I am going to have to take you to work with me. Watch out for the YouTube as I go a real interesting route.




Up Again
Yesterday the shopping cart (website) was acting up and not letting people sign on or do much of anything. Thanks to The Corporate Geek, that is all fixed and everything is back to normal. FYI.