I look down at the clock at the bottom right of my handy, dandy lap-top and notice the time is 1:00 AM. I reluctantly shut down once again, knowing that though sleep seems to be a waste of time, it's something that we require. Some may undress and slip under the sheets, following that before-bed-trip to the bathroom for the usual things like self-relief and the tooth-brushing thing. But, I have found that I have an added task to that normal routine.
I make my way to the kitchen and prepare the coffee pot for the morning that will be here in no time. Why don't I just do that in the morning? Well, it has much to do with my anti-meridian behavior. Prior to going to bed it takes me about 60 seconds to prepare the coffee pot. In the morning, however, after ten minutes of stumbling around the kitchen, I'm still trying to figure out where I put the coffee pot after I rinsed it out from the morning before. Irritated at my foolishness for probably having set it down in another area of the house, I shake my head as I realize it's in my hand. And then, i'm doing good if I remember to place the pot back in the coffee maker before turning it on (yes, I have actually left the pot off to the side, vacated the kitchen and then returned to find my morning wonder-drug pouring out over the floor). Yeah, go ahead and laugh. You've done it, haven't you? Okay, whatever, just remember that denial is not healthy.
To me, coffee is that substance which either makes or breaks my day. I love that time of the morning when I'm the first one up. I walk in, hit the start button, do my morning things like turn on the laptop, hit the bathroom for that ever-so-needed bladder relief, and then attempt at least a partial removal of the rat nest on my head. The I go back to the computer, type in my entry password, and by then, by golly, we have coffee ready to be poured. :)