The rumors are all too true, friends: I'm back on the coffee again.
After two whole months of a caffeine-free existence, my precious coffee has found its way back into my life and my mornings. (Spoiler alert: I'm sorta loving it.)
I reclaimed my old habit in a weak moment; I was in the throws of that awful eye fiasco, and truth be told I was feeling pretty sorry for myself. One little latte purchased in earnest at the cafe (as a treat to cheer myself up) turned into buying a whole bag of beans to take home for the French press. At that moment, I knew I was done for. And now that our mornings are starting up extra early, I can't say that I'm feeling particularly regretful about this whole deal.
Yessiree, coffee is back in a big way. I'm down the rabbit hole now.