I’m not a morning person, but even if I was, I would still love coffee. Strong coffee. Turkish coffee. Arabic coffee. Cafe mocha. To me, coffee has all the nuance and complexity of a good wine.
Unless it’s plonk coffee.
And I know that this is some sort of national heresy, but when I think plonk, Tim Horton’s springs to mind. Well, it doesn’t spring. Their coffee has all the kick of grandpa’s walker.
Coffee is one of the best times of the day, even if it does mean that I’m propped up somewhere instead of sleeping.
Coffee has done a lot for me, too. For one thing, it has kept me awake enough to be employed. For another, it’s probably saved me from countless charges of road rage and the like.
Without coffee, I’d be unemployed and in jail. It’s amazing what coffee can do.
But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve become sensitive to it. Which is weird, because it seems like everything else is desensitizing. I don’t see as well. I don’t hear as well. Calories arrive and take up permanent residence anywhere they can find a squat. I consider it to be a good day if I don’t wake up to another sag.
It used to be that coffee would never keep me awake, no matter what time I drank it. Then I couldn’t drink it in the evenings. Then I noticed that the afternoons were problematic. Then I noticed that it could make me a little shaky. Drinking coffee all day became a thing of the past.
Mornings, though. Those were sacrosanct.
So this morning while sitting at work, I noticed a slight tremor in my hands. I also felt a little jittery. As I reached for my coffee, I realized that I was consuming my fourth large cup. Could my hands and the coffee be related???
My cup holds a quarter of a litre.
Oh oh. Was I on my way to drinking a litre of coffee a morning??? Oi.
I thought about it. I thought, I don’t usually drink this much coffee.
Then I thought, yes I do.
And no, I don’t mean poo-poop-de-do civet coffee, either.
I’m not giving up coffee. I’ll cut back, but I’m not giving it up.
While I was thinking about it, I decided that there’s some other stuff I’m not giving up.
Maybe the odd cigar.
You’ll have to pry this stuff from my cold shaking hands.
Well okay, okay. Maybe I will have to sort of give it up at some time.
But never completely.
What will you never give up?