A week without coffee...

I know, it sounds absolutely absurd. But that's exactly what it's been, a long, sickly, week without coffee. I was too ill to get up and make it and too fevered, coughed-out and drugged to care about what I was missing.

And I did miss it. I just didn't really realize this until today. When I had my first cup all over again. My taste buds are still a bit off, and I really don't feel great - just well enough to no longer justify camping out on the couch all day long. I have little voice left and a sore throat and hacking cough that, at this point, may need to be checked-out by a doctor other than by my husband at 3:30 in the morning.

It was the crisp, cool air and terrifically sore throat this morning that made me think, "Hey, I so need a cup of coffee. Wow, it's been a week!" I am incredibly lucky and let me tell you why. I pass right by a QT every-single-morning on my way to work. (Okay, okay, I do realize luck has little to do with it considering this is apparently QT country.)

For around a dollar I can stop in, fill up a cup with a delicious and fresh brew, add some hazelnut syrup and a dollop of half and half and...ahhhhhh...heaven. This morning I did just that and as the strong Italian Roast soothed my aching throat and encouraged me for the day I thought (seriously, this was the thought in my head), "What a sad week I had without coffee and being so sick, maybe this great cup of Joe is a really good reason to start getting a flu shot every year."

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