On Being A Grown Up.

A couple of months back, I wrote about my milestone of ordering decaffeinated coffee for the first time in my life. Since then I've had it a few more times, though maybe not as consistently as I ought to, because, let's face it, I prefer the real deal or at least the thought of the real deal. Anyhow, today I took that one step further. Today I bought whole bean decaffeinated coffee. That's right, I brought the stuff into my house. I ground it in my coffee maker. I brewed it in my espresso maker. I'm drinking it right now. It's okay, though not as good as the usual espresso I like to have in the evening. A number of things have brought this on. A few recent nights of being awake until after 3h00. (Though only one of those can be blamed on coffee. (You're right Donna, it was crazy of me to have that Americano at the movie on Tuesday.)) As well, the onset of the rains (yes, they're coming) and the dark nights means more evenings at home. And if I'm sitting at home of an evening, I really like to drink coffee. I guess I'm now at an age where I can't drink real coffee too late and expect to sleep well. And though I'd actually rather be awake well into the night, I have this job that I have to go to in the mornings. So for now, decaffeinated coffee it is. Sometimes.