I have joked for some time that I’ve been trying to become a coffee drinker but just can’t seem to get addicted. What if there is a hole in my life, that I don’t know about, that can only be filled by a caffeine addiction?
It would be fair to say that in 2013 I have had a cup most mornings, but whenever I fail to have a morning cup I usually also fail to notice. I can’t recall making it just for myself, typically for at least one other person and then pour myself a cup too.
Yesterday was one of those days where I didn’t have one. I didn’t notice its absence explicitly but late in the afternoon, when I commented that I was feeling a bit more lethargic than usual, it was pointed out I hadn’t had a coffee. Even if I am not “addicted”, this must at least mean my body has become “accustomed” to starting the day a particular way.
Is this how it starts? Will I soon be jonesing for my morning cup? Grumpy until I smell the grounds? Irritable before it’s poured? Antisocial until it hits my lips?
And then what, a cup before bed just to tie me over until morning? This is uncharted territory for me…