All Write, Already!

All I had this morning between dawn and 3 p.m. was peppermint tea. Do you know how difficult it is to get ones head moving in anything but neutral (which would match my damn car) without a wee drop of green or black tea, or that most wondrous of substances, coffee? Not even a bit of chocolate (and there was a ten-pound bar where I was going) to whet my addiction.

It's enough to anger a person. Of course without energy, anger turns to self-pity and spite (as a chemical byproduct at that low temperature reaction) and all you can do is whimper like my dog when her water dish is ten inches too far away.

By 3 p.m. on a Sunday, coffee is too late to amount to many good hours.