Life Begins After Coffee

Life begins after coffee. True story.

Yesterday morning I woke up feeling a little bit under the weather.  The winters here are so dry, so waking up with a scratchy throat counts as feeling "under the weather". Steve crawled out of bed saying he wasn't going to make coffee if I wasn't getting up.  With a scratchy man voice I said "ok", fully expecting it to be opposite day and to still wake up to a fresh pot.  But, an hour later, I walked into the kitchen and inhaled to the smell of... nothing.  

My morning coffee dictates how my day is going to go.  A good, strong cup of joe? Wonderful day.  No coffee until I get to work?  That's pushin' it. No coffee at all?  Brain = mush. If I'm not feeling well, a cup of coffee instantly perks me up, or calms me down. "You have a serious coffee problem", Steve says.  Yes, yes I do. 

So, why is it that life truly does begin after coffee? Why does coffee make everything better?

Is it the routine, of getting up every morning and making a pot of coffee before any thing else? Is it the taste?  Is it a social thing? Or is it the comfort of a warm cup on a cold winter day?

For me, it's not necessarily the taste that I enjoy, I can think of plenty of beverages I would rather sip on that taste much better. It's definitely social.  I love a good a coffee date with a good friend.  It's something we have in common, something that brings us together. But also, the comfort. Yes, definitely the comfort. It's the comfort I find in sitting on the couch in my pjs, with a blanket wrapped around me and large cup of coffee in my hand, similar to what I'm doing right now. 

So yes, I have may a problem, but with the long, dark and cold Alaskan winter days, its hard not to have a coffee addiction.  That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.

How do you like your coffee?