This morning as I was getting my brew on I had a recollection of when I was first married. Al and I had a coffee pot (probably was a gift…) but we never used it. I remember it would sit on the counter and I would make coffee only if my parents were coming over or some other form of adult. That was it, we were too young and too hip for coffee.
It makes me wonder…. did we drink anything in the morning?
I don’t recall when I crossed over. Perhaps some chilly day when I was out of cocoa… who knows… but now, it gets me out of bed just thinking about it. I will be lying there wondering if I should get up and then recall that getting up means coffee so I pop right up. Al is the same way.
It’s funny to think that today’s generation will more than likely not have this coffee recollection as I am. For them, growing up with coffee is a staple. Some have probably started their coffee habits before they could drive. With coffee shops and drinks that represent shakes more than coffee, they are all lining up to get their caffeine on.
Ok… so no idea where that all came from other than the fact I am up. It is Tuesday. I have my coffee and I am about to go write.
Caffeine on people. Carpe cup.