I don't care if it's from Starbucks or the deli cart, or the fancy schmancy cafe in the village. I absolutely have a strong love affair with coffee. In the summers I like it iced; in the winters I like it hot. I like it with vanilla or hazelnut! On Friday nights (and some Saturday mornings!) I like it spiked with a little Irish Creme Liquor. . . (shh)
This week....zero, zip, zilch. Nada. No coffee. I'm functioning okay, but obviously had to write about it to just cope with not having any. This is my coffee break for the day.
Dear coffee - one week apart, is plenty. Next week, you are mine.