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It’s a Cokette!

Brought them home, put one in the fridge, forgot about it until Sunday morning. Where after my shower, I was yet again as limp as a pile of noodles and had sludge for brains. The Boy opened the Cokette for his morning shot of caffeine and I had a sip. Giggled at the bubbles that fizzed through my mouth – did it always have that many bubbles? – munched on my breakfast, had another sip or two and started talking about going back to bed because I felt exhausted and….

And then the caffeine hit my bloodstream.

Hello! 

All of a sudden, my brain perked up, I could think, felt as if I had actual energy and although I was aware that underneath the top layer of perky, my body was still weak as a kitten, it didn’t matter. Because I wanted to do things. Talk. Maybe take a look at editing the next chapter in The Book (languishing since last Wednesday morning when things Went Bad). Go for walk. Bother the cat. You get the idea. The inevitable marmalade/raisins/pop sugar crash was even nicely cushioned by the caffeine, made into more of a glide and there was a nap soon after, but whoa, Nellie!

I’d forgotten about caffeine. This is legal? This is legal! Do you know about this? I guess you do – otherwise, why would people be lining up at Tim’s every morning for coffee, but really! Why didn’t someone tell me about this? Why don’t I do this more often?

Can you imagine what I could get done if I caffeinated myself on a regular basis?