Waking up.

It’s Monday, and waking up involves coffee.

Coffee.

I bet you’ve had your fix or you wouldn’t be reading this post.

My wife is the maddest of the most mad coffee-fixed. She cannot wake up in anything other than a disgruntled funk and completely relies upon her Starbucks (or another) premeditated acquisition. Absent that, she’s good for a following one or at least two hours of miserable