Coffee, Tea and Me

The sun has returned to Silicon Valley.  The fruit trees, remnants of when this was The Valley of Hearts Delight, are beginning to send their blossoms out.  We still have cool nights and last evening there was a light misting of rain, reminiscent of Camelot where it only rained at night.

It is a glorious Friday morning and I am in the grips of a coffee craving.  I don't want to leave the house to go to the nearest coffee bar (a Starbucks) but I discovered my coffee maker has decided to keep the coffee to itself.  I am the only one in the house who drinks coffee and ordinarily I wouldn't mind being without it  but the last three mornings I've had breakfast meetings where coffee was served and my body wants it NOW.

I don't want to give in.  I want to write not walk over to Starbucks.  The little devil in my head whispers seductively,  "Don't walk, just drive."  That will increase my carbon footprint and I don't want to spend the gas.  "But I want a coffee.  I can't write without it." whines the devil.  I am firm.   "You can have it after you finish your five pages." "I want it NOW." "No. Now get busy."

After checking my e-mail (a stalling tactic)  my devil and I are still arguing.

I move on Facebook. Still stalling.

This is ridiculous.  Now I'm checking my Spam filter and I NEVER check my Spam filter.  I need to disconnect myself from the Internet.

I could go to the library.  They have a cafe at the Santa Clara library and I could get a coffee AND write.

Then I remember the green tea one of my Chinese neighbors gifted to me.  One cup and sanity returns.

Since when did it become possible to waste so much energy, money and time on a cup of coffee?