A word or two about my coffee habit.

Coffee Cup

Coffee is my vice. I started in 8th grade when I was dancing (ballet, modern, and jazz) 2 to 3 hours most nights and needed a little jolt to stay vertical and thin. I will never quit. Everything about the coffee experience is delicious, delectable, and well, innocent ... especially as compared to other vices a woman of a certain age could have. There's no "war on coffee" for example. (Unless Stumptown's invasion of NYC counts.) Nobody dies for coffee. (Well if they do, somebody needs to clue me in, okay? Because I'm not clear about it.) Coffee keeps me vertical long after the days events might have left me prostrate and sniveling instead. Coffee gives me oomph in my kick boxing class so I can slay imagined beasts and beasties. Now, cut back? Sure. Quit? Never.