You know what might have been smart? Maybe I should have told you all yesterday why I was considering giving up coffee.
People certainly are opinionated about coffee. You would think all my readers were Juan Valdez and his family. Or Mrs. Olsen.
The REASON I would consider giving it up is I have:
- really bad anxiety
- and I grind my teeth so much that they have changed shape, despite my mouth guard.
Other than that, I feel fine. So, with all of those issues listed above, doctors recommend (a) giving up caffeine and (b) taking up heroin.
On the other hand, it's a fact that meditation reduces stress, as well. They did something with people's brain waves and heart rate and such, so it isn't just a bunch of hooey.
But heroin really calms the nerves, too. That Sid Vicious was like a cat in a sunny window, he was so mellow. And Billie Holiday? Did not seem like she had jangled nerves.
But I have to tell you. About coffee. Me loves it. There is no reason to get up in the morning if there is not coffee. Not that I would know this, because I never, ever sleep away from home without ensuring coffee is within 50 feet of me after awakening.
A few years back I had outpatient surgery and even though the operation wasn't till 1:00, I couldn't have anything to eat or drink all day. Do you know what the only unpleasant part of the surgery was? It was not the shots or the IVs. It was not the blue puffy cap or the tie-in-back gown or the scary operating room. It was the LACK OF CAFFEINE! I was so complain-y and headachy that as soon as I woke up? A nurse was standing there with black coffee.
I think I have never loved anyone quite so much.
So I guess I'll try meditation. And yesterday I wrote "mediation" instead of "meditation." I have since corrected that error. I am a readist, not a typist, as my proofer friend Jerry always says. Well, he doesn't ALWAYS say that. Sometimes he says other things like "You writing a book?"
(We used to work together, and if he got up I might ask, "Are you going to the lunch truck?" so he'd, you know, maybe get me a rice pudding. He hated being asked where he was going. So he'd always say, "You writing a book?" ) (He was not married.)
(Love you, Jerry!)
I did like your other suggestions. I am all curious about chi running, and remind me to tell you about my stint as a vegetarian and the pretty evening when I returned to meat. You will never be attracted to me again.
I have to go now, because we got a Netflix envelope with more Six Feet Under episodes. I am completely obsessed. We got two envelopes today, actually, and I opened the first one with glee, and you have no idea how close Marvin Gardensalad came to being six feet under when that first envelope contained The Captain and Tenille in concert. I am not kidding. He is lucky the second envelope was something good.
Oh, wait, one more thing, then I'll hang up, I promise. When I woke up today? Before the sun was up and I was covered in cats, as usual? My first thought was, "Ooo, I get to run today!" Seriously. I GET to run.