[ getting back to life ]

I’ve spent the last few weeks weening myself off a long-held coffee habit.  I started by cutting down to three cups a day (note I refer to a “cup” as one 16-ounce mug); one on the way into work, one after PT with breakfast, and one at home before bed.  I then cut out the nightcap.

Shortly thereafter, I ditched the cup on the way into work.  This was right about the time I changed jobs and the Volvo died.  I started getting a ride to work, and now have time for a one hour nap when I get in.  Sixteen ounces of coffee in one’s belly does little to benefit nap time.

This left me with just one cup for the day - the breakfast cup.  For some reason, despite having access to a fresh pot in the office, I only made two pots in two days.  I sipped on a few Monster Java drinks for about a week, and now those have disappeared from my diet as well.

So here I am, three weeks later, no caffeine in my system.  (I’ll occasionally snag a Mt. Dew on the way home from work, but I find it difficult to finish even one bottle.)

I know this is a very boring subject, but for those who have known my drinking habits in the past, to know a me without coffee or Mt. Dew is a nearly preposterous notion.  All of this is just a roundabout lead-in to the real subject, anyway: the hairy coffee.

Remember that second pot of coffee I mentioned three paragraphs up?  Turns out it’s still there.  Nobody ever emptied it.  So when I decided I really did feel like a hot cup of joe this morning, I was greeted with a fuzzy, furry, hairy mound of mold on not only the grounds, but in the pot, as well.  Just floating around atop the coffee, like a burgeoning little pond.

As bigR would say, that’s resgusting.