I’m not really a coffee guy, mostly because I’m not really a “my mouth feels like a camel shat in my mouth two hours ago” guy.
Sometimes I get a hankerin’, though.
Get this: Jackie was already in bed, reading, but when I mentioned* wanting coffee she got back up, ground the beans, found the hazelnut syrup stuff that goes in the coffee that I like, and made me a pot of coffee. She actually seemed sort of happy about it. That’s love.
* - By ‘mentioned’, read ‘laid guilt on her for leaving a pack of chocolate graham crackers where the dogs could get to them (they didn’t) and implied she could make up for the oversight with coffee’.
It’s a little less spontaneous that way, but believe me when I say she could have just blown me off if she’d wanted to — I was pretty much making up the threat to the dogs anyway, and she knows it — they both weigh at least seventy pounds now (and Jake far more); a few chocolate-flavored crackers with no actual chocolate present wouldn’t have done much more than make them hyper(er).
Anyway, it made me feel good, and warm. Coffee caffiene is different than other kinds of caffeine, I think. I drank the whole pot.
Of course, now I’ve got the camel shat mouth, but tonight that’s alright.
7 AM Update:
That much coffee was not a good idea. My body might have slept, but I think my brain stayed vibrating on the edge consciousness the whole night. Bleh.
