We brought this framed photo from the OBX, a few years back. It adorns the wall next to the counter area where Tassimo resides. Whether near the current version of coffeemaker or ancestral Mr. Coffee's, French presses or electric pots, the sign accurately describes the essence of our ever-evolving kitchen. Well, till now, that is. We've gone from being the
Maison du Cafe to The House of Discipline and Better ZZZ's.
Seriously. It's true...
It all began with our recent visit to the Cape. We inadvertently reduced our daily intake to two or three cups. By the time we left the beach, afternoon became early evening - way too late to consider another hit. Well...
Joe has never experienced a sleep issue. But with less java in my system and a few nights of fresh turkey dinners... perhaps it was coincidence, perhaps not... you've all heard of tryptophan, right? Eight or nine hours per night!! Previously unheard of for
Sleepless in New York, but it HAPPENED, repeatedly. And so...
Sleepless in New York, but it HAPPENED, repeatedly. And so...
We've both continued the "new way", finding multiple benefits to beating the addiction. Sure, there's still a slight four-o'clock-slump. But what a small sacrifice to consider, when zzz's have followed me home from the beach. It's amazing.
Serenity now! Where's the turkey?
