So … due to not having both of Lin’s usual travel mugs when I made his coffee this morning, I ended up having to use one of his older ones and one of his newer (smaller) ones. That meant I ended up with about a half a mug of thick black coffee leftover. Never wanting to waste anything of value, and the coffee I buy for him better be valuable for what I pay for those beans, I decided to add some milk and sugar and give drinking coffee another go.

OK, I still don’t like the aftertaste, but that likely has more to do with how heavy Lin likes his coffee made and the beans he prefers (Sumatran). The milk and sugar helped somewhat. I wasn’t grossed out by it anyway. I managed to drink it. It wasn’t the worst thing I ever willingly drank. And then … the caffeine hit the bloodstream.

HOLY COW!!!

I am feeling quite zippy. Even though only a little while ago I was dragging around feeling crappy, there is now a spring in my step. I feel like I could take on the world!!!

Now I know how it is a person I have to nag to get out of bed every morning, who drags around the house falling asleep every time he sits down, instantaneously becomes a person moving through the house and out the door at the speed of light a few minutes later. Coffee is a freaking wonder-drug. Totally kicks the butt of Dr Pepper as a morning beverage. If only it tasted as good to me.

So now I think I will use this burst of energy to run to the store and get beverages for the weekend, which shall include a small package of some other coffee beans for me and some fancy flavorful creamer of some sort. I am also looking forward to stopping by a Starbucks this weekend to try a caramel macchiato, which all my female coffee-drinking friends seem to agree is the bomb. I may never learn to like the flavor of coffee, but I can tell you this … the effect is worth the gross aftertaste. No really. Holy cow! It’s just amazing!