I wake up the next morning and immediately crave coffee. This is a daily thing for me, is usually the first thing I think of in the morning. It's actually the only thing that really gets me out of bed. I’m addicted. I know I am. So I dress, go pee, then head to the kitchen counter to do the four heaping scoops, 5 shakes of salt and 10 cold cups of water. It’s not all for me- everyone else will have a cup from this pot. It’s my responsibility that I gladly take on because I get something out of it. I get my fix. It’s another way that I take care of everybody here and by everybody, I include myself. When the percolator sighs to me that it is done, I take my first sip of the day and immediately my synapses fire up. My equilibrium makes the transfer from horizontal to vertical. I’m online. My day begins.
