It’s for the best, but still…
There are a few things that have made me a bit sad.
My Sis killed my old coffee pot with a hammer. So now I can only have two or three cups of coffee in the morning and not six. This has been greatly impairing my pondering.
There is a level of caffeine that I can feel as it bubbles up and it hits the top, right part of my head. It’s right behind the frontal lobe and I notice that just after I feel that part of my brain sort of pulsate, I get the most of my pondering.
When the pulsating feeling spreads down to the frontal lobe and the top right part of my brain feels itchy, then my pondering gets a bit more wild and it’s time to drink more water and switch to decaf tea. I also blink a lot and I decide that there is no reason to be serious about anything in my day.
With only two cups of coffee, I don’t get any itchy brain and hence my pondering seems rather docile. Things are funny, but not everything is funny like before.
But I do notice I can still spell and finish a sentence, plus I notice that words don’t rhyme.
So I guess it’s for the best.
She also gave away our microwave so now we both have to cook and can’t rely on microwavable frozen food.