Two coffees on most days, maybe three once in awhile. Yes, yes, the first one doesn't count because it's a Keurig brew. I know that. I need that k-cup to be able to find the components of my French press.
Sometimes I start a Sunday with tea instead. A splash of milk in it. If I have tea later, I put lemon. By then I'm awake enough to realize you can't put both milk and lemon.
Alcohol I left behind when I was in my mid thirties, having drunk everyone under the table and put them safely into taxis before taking the train home... somehow I survived years of that gig.
Most of it was an immense lot of fun but the wear and tear on body and brain finally suggested it was time to regard my drinking ticket as well and truly punched. OK actually it was a work-provided intervention that made the suggestion. Thank goodness for that employee assistance program, otherwise I'd be dead by now, I'm quite sure, since I knew I had problems but I thought alcohol was the answer, not an issue.
So drink up while it's fun. Ask yourself once in awhile if it's still that much fun. You know, just to be safe, because untreated alcoholism is progressive and invariably fatal. I needed help to bother asking that question. I count myself so lucky I got the help.
I should confess here that I used to drink a lot more coffee than two, three cups a day. I lived on the stuff while working in infotech groups in the city. Maybe 10, 12 cups a day was average. Worse, it was always black, sometimes very left over
and consumed at room temperature. It didn't matter as long as it had seemed to have caffeine in it. At least I'm a little more discerning now. Even the Keurig brew has to be consumed while still hot.
