
Kudos to whoever thought up the concept of coffee. I was late to the game, but I now depend on this concoction to get me going in the mornings. A day without coffee is like . . . who am I kidding? I have no idea.
The kind of coffee determines how I take it. If it’s the regular Folger’s, then I will typically add some kind of creamer. If it’s a Fresh Market flavored coffee or a light roast, then I will only add sugar. As long as it’s not decaf, then I’m good to go.
But as you who drink coffee know, that first sip in the morning is like a tonic for the soul. It goes to a place inside me where all my happiness lives and awakens me and helps me do all the adulting for the next 24 hours.
It may be a bad morning. Everything else may be going wrong, but if I have that first cup of coffee, I know that the day will eventually get better. My office might literally fall apart around me, but at least I won’t be sleepy.
So whoever invented coffee should probably have a holiday. I don’t mean one of those wimpy holidays that only get stuck on calendars. I mean the kind where everyone gets a day off of work and no mail runs and everyone rejoices. And I can drink more coffee.







