Ode to Coffee

People make the mistake of thinking I’m a morning person…I’m not. Sure I smile, joke around, can actually keep straight a conversation string, but that doesn’t make me a morning person, or am I necessarily awake.

Because I’m up early (3 a.m.), by the time anyone hears from me, my morning is already two to three hours in. I’m a commuter and I work a 10-hour day, with about 2 and a half to 3 hours commute time. People say that it’s a myth that you store up your sleep time for the weekend. Liars…every one of them. I live for those extra 4 to 5 hours of sleep on the weekend. I usually get one weekend day where I can sleep in to my hearts content….but I digress.

I can only do the work schedule I have because of that magical brown elixir known as Coffee. Coffee at work has gotten even better now that we’ve all chipped in for a better coffee machine. This one doesn’t have a carafe. You put your big, fat mug under the spout, press inward (to depress the button) and out come a hot stream of great smelling and tasting coffee. And it’s nice and HOT! I hate warm coffee. If I treat myself to a “Starbucks” I always make sure they give it to me HOT! Warm coffee is as good as a bowl of warm milk.

The people in my coffee club like good coffee, so we’re not drinking crap (Thank you coffee club!). And with the new coffee machine, it doesn’t taste burned anymore.

I have to say that I bastardize my cup. I like my fake sweetener and fat free Half-n-Half in it. Some of you out there are true coffee aficionados, who drink it straight, and I applaud you. What would we do without that wonderful morning drink to speed up our mornings and make them bearable?