Today wasn't a good day for starting my new low-caffeine plan. I woke up at 6am with one of my killer headaches. I slept wrong. By sleeping wrong I mean the cats curled up one on either side of me and promptly conked out for the night. They hemmed me in so tightly I never turned over during the night because it would mean disturbing their sleep. It's a sure sign that cats control our minds, you know. There's no other explanation for why we don't just chuck them off the bed. Nooooo, we wouldn't want to disturb the sweet widdle kitties. But if I don't toss and turn during the night I get cramped muscles in my neck and shoulders. Voila le mal a la tete au cause des chats.
I went into work wearing my dark glasses. "How's your facelift?" my boss said cheerily. "Hungover again?" asked one of my spuriously sympathetic co-workers. "May you get nothing but calls about Morelia all day," I shot back feebly, and sat down to blind myself with the hideously bright desktop color scheme of black and pale yellow which I had once thought quite muted.
Three Advil and a double latte later I was feeling delicate but cheerful. I took my dark glasses off around 10 and was surprised to discover it was rather a nice day out. Clients washed in and out of the office, picking up tickets, asking about tours, dropping off checks, and generally providing me with an excuse to pretend I was in perfect health. I worked slowly and spoke softly. At lunch I still felt unsteady, so I had another coffee which was all that sounded good. It was: fresh, black organic Mexican Altura, perfectly roasted and deliciously fragrant. Oh, heaven. Three hours of intense work went by, involving quite a lot of the jokey chitchat I find impossible to emit when I am under the weather. At that point I realized I felt almost well. So I had a Diet Coke because I really, really wanted one. Oddly, even though I had triple my usual caffeine I was an angel of calm all day.
I'm not going to do that again tonight, though. If the cats wedge in next to me, too bad. I'm going to overcome their mind control and toss them overboard. I need my space, man. And my kidneys need a break.
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