Mmmmm...coffee.

I love coffee. It's so comforting. I love the morning coffee ritual of grinding my beans, allowing the aroma to circulate throughout my apartment, and the much anticipated sound of the precious liquid boiling to the top of my little stovetop coffee maker. (I have 3 of such coffee makers in case I need to make a lot at once.)
But here in America, as is our habit with just about everything, we consume too much coffee. Drinking too much coffee is apparently not so good for you. Since I am somewhat of a health nut, I try to limit myself to just that one savory cup in my apartment every morning. But lately I've found myself enjoying a cup at home, and then another cup at the snooty coffee joint across the street. Somehow I'm there almost every day lately. Ah sensory overload! The sweet scent of java fills my nostrils as I walk in the door. The sight of coffee beans from all corners of the world being poured into cute little one-pound coffee bags and sold to fellow coffee lovers. The sound of beans grinding, espresso machines and people stating exactly what they want because they've ordered it 100 times before. "Viennese - room for cream!" ..."Soy latte, 1 extra shot"...and on and on. What a beautiful addiction we have! I haven't gone over there yet today, it's 9:42...

So?