Must. . .have. . .coffee!

*sigh* I will admit it.  I’m in the throes of withdrawal and it’s not pretty.  It’s been over a week and I’ve had to forgo that which makes my mornings bright, my brain less fuzzy, and my day fulfilled.  Some of you know what I’m talking about.  Some of you can empathize because you, too, like (okay, love) your morning jolt.  I don’t expect a lot.  I’m taking each day as it comes: hoping for the best, appreciative of the simple, and not as irritated when life flings strife my way.  Yet, I’m less enthused about facing what lies ahead without my cup of Joe.  With my special Christmas mug (a gift from my daughter) filled to the brim with Breakfast Blend and topped off with Vanilla Silk, I can accomplish anything.  Without it, I can still accomplish everything but it’s not as much fun (and the pace might be a tad bit slower).  So, here’s hoping that this dry spell will end soon and I may, once again, enjoy my cherished morning ritual.  Long live coffee!