My morning routine is a bit like watching the movie Groundhog Day.
The alarm rings and I hit snooze exactly three times to rise thirty minutes later at precisely 6 a.m.
I take my vitamins and reach for the coffee filters. My eyelids half-mast I've been known to dump the previous day's grounds into the trash can without noticing my teen son didn't put a fresh trash bag in yet. Ugh.
Then it's two spoonfuls Folger's Decaf.
Next, time to grind the rich, full, Starbucks Breakfast Blend--two spoonfuls.
I make breakfast for everyone and ahhhhh---the first swig is ALWAYS the BEST!
I let it sit on my pallet, warm the roof of my mouth, wait for my sinuses to clear, then swallow--the warmth sliding to my middle.
I get a whole cup of 1/2-caff while I surf my blogs, Facebook, and check email.
It's "a warmer" then---cause that's what we say here in the midwest when we top off the cup--and I'm onto the treadmill to read through some edits before I fly out the door with my large red Longaberger travel mug full for the day.
Confession: I don't count the number of cups I drink before 2 p.m.
And tomorrow, I'll do it all again.
What's your sweet indulgence?