It’s a time of yawns, running late and droopy eyelids; of trying to remember how to change the time on all your various appliances and of thinking that, if someone says the “T” word to you one more time, you might just lose it.
Yes, it’s everyone’s least favorite time of year again – daylight savings. Some of us are wondering why it’s still a thing (seriously, what’s the point?) and others are just trying to milk the less-sleep excuse as long as we can.
In honor (or in spite) of daylight savings, I’d like to give a special shout out to the one who has kept me going, whose sweet aroma and strong demeanor gets me through each morning … my daily cup of Joe.
For me, the magic of coffee definitely merits its own blog post. Without it, I’m not sure I could post at all; my creative juices might just dry up like the Sahara. A caffeine-less me on a Monday morning is not a pretty sight.
And then, there’s Tuesday morning … “Race fuel” doesn’t taste as bad as it sounds.
It’s not like I’m a coffee addict or anything …
… Because I prefer the term “coffee enthusiast.” The fact that I’m on a first-name basis with my Starbucks barista means nothing; he’s just very sociable (and would never cut me off).
So, while many people argue the point of daylight savings, here’s to something whose purpose can never be debated; the saving grace of daylight savings – coffee.