Please don't wake me, no, don't shake me
Leave me where I am
I'm only sleeping - the Beatles
I only have myself to blame for my situation.
At the grocery recently I grabbed a jar of instant coffee, as is my custom.
Back home, to my horror, I realized that I had purchased a jar of the dreaded decaffeinated kind.
Welcome to my nightmare.
You see, I need a jolt of caffeine each morning, a steaming cup of coffee.
Or two. Or three, depending on my schedule.
As an acquaintance once opined to me about de-caf: "What's the point?"
Not wanting to thrown away a new jar of coffee, I dug right in and consumed de-caf.
Silly Eric.
The result left my sluggish, defeated, flat.
Lesson from all of this turmoil? Always read the label of a coffee jar in the grocery.
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