full bodied blend

You know those people who go a little bit crazy if they don’t get their coffee fix every morning? I’ve become one of those. Yes. Me, the girl, who heretofore had three cups of coffee a year – and those, just to keep her hands warm.

There’s this place called Summit. Maybe a fifteen minute walk from my house. They sell fair trade coffee which is really more like elixir from the gods. I take it black, straight, because I’m no good with decisions. I’ve lived on this, and nothing else, all week. And other than an annoying ulcer I seem to have developed – stress likes to set up house in me – I feel fabulous.