Coffee, that is.
It isn’t that I’m not a morning person. I actually am. I love the morning. Especially the early morning. There is something so sobering and quiet about it. I always feel like it’s going to be a good day. Some people are even nicer during this time. I walk to same route to work everyday at different times but today at 7:30am, folks said good morning! Usually they just walk on by. And I felt friendlier too!
But it was still 7:30am which is not my usual time to be out of bed, nevermind out of the apartment. And it’s been that way all week. I definitely hit snooze a couple of times this morning, which then didn’t allow me time to have breakfast, which means I am now hungry. But not sleepy so that’s good. Maybe just every so slightly foggy. (Much like the East Bay in the am). But a cup of coffee isn’t going to suddenly make me want to get out of bed, so what’s the difference.
So, I’m definitely not dying because I haven’t had that morning cup. I’m not having withdrawal. I’m not being cranky. But I am missing it a bit. Not the buzz, I don’t really like that. Maybe just the warmth and comfort. So today I’m drinking tea. It’s not quite the same. The flavors are different but I’m enjoying it in other ways. It’s for certain healthier for me. Perhaps I don’t have to quit drinking after all. 😉