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.
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