To retrace all the coffee I’ve had in the past week is
actually not all that difficult to note. I’m fairly certain that I had a little
less over the last weekend, which extended to Monday due to the holiday. Liz
bought condensed milk, so the Café Du Monde has been one step closer to actual
Vietnamese style. You can see the
difference in its general darkness and how it takes on a wonderful
nearly-caramel color once the milk is added. The thickness of the milk probably
contributes a bit to this. I try not to
overload on the milk, though, because I want the chicory taste to be enhanced
and not drowned.
It’s been a quicker week in my existential office space.
I’ve kept up with the same pace of Awake Tea upon my arrival and having my two
20 oz. Pikes. I did break from this on
Wednesday, though, as I was able to finagle a Gold Coast blend from the
Starbucks downstairs as part of the now discontinued recycling program at 1045
am. My old Christmas Blend bag was
exchanged under light protest by the establishment. Fact is, they should have a
recycling program regardless of the “awards.” Deceiving as it may sound, Gold Coast is a darker roast and
unfortunately it was unremarkable – less because of the actual product and more
because I let it cool whilst in a meeting. By the time I got back to it, it’d
cooled off and I was not about to reheat it.
Shortly after, I’d been handed a writing assignment as a freelancer,
which was fantastic, and my heart was racing either because of the following up
of Pike or the prospect of earning more money or the fast turnaround time it
needed. I was able to set up my
interviews for Thursday (yesterday) and still make a lot of progress at work,
and I guess I felt the need to celebrate a little during “Modern Family” that
night. Two glasses of chilled red wine later, I’d passed out in front of “Kroll
Show.” When I let my guard down, it
comes down hard, I suppose.
On a side note, I cashed in on my free DD coffee Weds
night after the train ride and brought home a medium Coconut which was mostly
for Liz. I did have a small gulp and it’s pretty good. I suggested she have the
condensed milk with it and apparently that was quite tasty.
Last night I actually finished a decent draft one of the
article, with the aid of Bruce Dickinson and Café Du Monde. I was up really late but it was worth it
(even with the Monday extension) so that at least I’m cleaning it up over the
weekend instead of first writing it. It
was a little long and lighter on facts but I was able to write a decent feature
that came full circle.
I have been putting a packet of raw sugar in my cups these
days, because I’m not eating as much junk at my desk (which would normally
provide supplemental sweetness).
Not having coffee in the mornings at home has been
beneficial. I’m sure I’ll relapse at some point but I need to move a little
faster and it takes time to brew, cool and drink and honestly, all it often
does is make morning bathroom trips longer and wake me up for a train ride
during which I’m caged and not wanting to stay awake. If I had the bike with me it’d be a different
story. Plus, the coldness of this Winter is enough to keep anyone’s nervous
systems up and running.
Our express to Penn just sat at Jamaica for well over 10
minutes but they refuse to open the doors to the stranded passengers on the
platforms. People are freezing out
there. Apparently there are systemwide
delays and it’s exactly 9am as I write this and we’ve barely made it a couple
of miles out of Jamaica. Makes me long
for Brooklyn as much as one could long for that sort of thing.
Thank you for reading this.
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