So yesterday I made three pots of coffee throughout the day—to get through the day. You see, I am in a teaching program, and it is exhausting. So it begins innocently enough with one cup, two cup, three cup, four. And then you’re addicted.
I guess what I am trying to say is….I may be addicted to coffee. I gues there are worse things to be in love with, though…
Happy Middle of the Week!