I gave up coffee again this week. I do this periodically when I feel my emotional equilibrium is getting out of alignment. It’s never an entirely uneventful process—some level of fatigue is always involved—so I was prepared. Or thought I was.

Withdrawal is hitting me like sack of unroasted beans tossed off the back of a Colombian burro.

I’d intended to keep up with the daily/near daily posting schedule I’d achieved last week when I was wired on several cups of hot, black crack but I ran into a problem . When I’d go to write a post, all I’d find in my head was a lot of blank, white cotton filling the space.

Such as happens to be the case right now.


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