coffee

I think I need to cut back on the coffee. 

There are many wonderful reasons to live, but I fear, for me, there is one less. 

A week ago, I broke my favorite mug by a favorite ceramic artist, Lindy Miller, that I had used everyday for coffee for almost ten years. I'm thinking now, maybe it was a sign. 

But oh, how I love coffee, even though it gives me the belches and vague concerns about cardiac arrest as it sucks the moisture out of my cells. 

I think backing off by a third should do it.