I'm recently single.
For two years, I woke up, staggered to the kitchen and made two double shots of espresso. Even though we broke up five months ago, I kept doing that until about a month ago. Stopping was a good thing because I was over-caffeinated like a squirrel on crack.
But this week, I've been traveling so my head's a bit wonky; so today, I woke up and made two cups of espresso, again.
At least it’s good coffee, and the caffeine-shakes keep me warm.
Always look on the bright side, I say...