Cup

I think it is the lack of coffee that is getting to me. It has been twenty mornings since the last cup. Of course, I am not addicted to it. It's just that I have been really jittery and cranky without it. It is not only the cuppa that is missing, but also the banter and the obligatory after-walk, the disappointing Tribune and the Russian and the French. My routine has been upset! It's not the financial and personal problems, the lack of money, primadona guitar kids, hospital bills, and the Ex, my missing bells. It's the coffee. Or rather, it's not the coffee, if you take my meaning. I think I will go on tuesday and drink that really dark Forte' stuff. That will make everything right, I hope.