Obligatory post, because my brain shorted out and the Xanax has taken over. The lack of blog fodder is easily remedied by having a post topic to answer, and here was the question:
"This morning I sit here sipping a fresh cup with a bit of cream and some sweetener . . . . and the first sip makes the morning seem just a bit better than it was before. I love the smell, the warm feel of the cup in my hand, the taste - just everything! What is it that you love about your first cup of the day? Are you a daily drinker? How do you take yours? Tell us how you love to enjoy your first cup!"
Okay, since I'm always on the move with kids to chase around, a shop to keep up with, and very limited sleep (by chance, not choice), my first (and mind you it's decaf, so it's just ritualistic) cup of the day is all about sneaking in a bit of quiet time for myself. I get up early and hit the "go" button on the coffee maker, and the beans I ground the night before are transformed into a glorious brown elixir. I use a huge mug, with just a sprinkle of Splenda and 2% milk (that horrid Weight Watchers thing rearing it's ugly head again) and I try to sort my thoughts as the warm, perfumed steam wafts up to my face. It gives me the 'time out' that I need to plan my day, because as soon as that first mug is gone, I'm at a flat-out run for the rest of the day.