Dec
10
2010
I decided to be satisfied with my three small cups of coffee this morning. I still remember being in the hospital for two nights and requesting coffee with my meal. They gave me decaf. I drank it. Now I was home and could serve myself anything I wanted. I decided to be happy for the pleasure of making and serving myself morning coffee. It seemed like it took forever for my meal in the hospital to arrive. And someone (maybe a dietitian) decided real coffee was detrimental to my health. Oh, the pleasures of being home!
