My Dearest Java:
"In vain I have struggled. Tea leaves will not do. My feelings shall not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."
So, I altered Jane Austen’s quote; but my struggle with coffee is sincerely heartfelt.
After wired shakiness beginning daily around 3 p.m. and a caffeine-induced aversion to sunlight, I declared a while back:
“Tomorrow begins a weaning from caf to decaf, then onward to tea; whereby I shall never glance behind.”
All was well. For a couple weeks, even.
What is this? Well, it’s not a coffee maker. And it’s not not a coffee maker.
The coffee machine and I are still separated. Residing in a dark cabinet, the appliance lives far from convenient.
However, it is difficult to ignore my cheeks a-glow and step a-bounce.
Java, my beloved, you persist.