This is how I start my day: with a big cup of coffee. Well, to be accurate, I feed the cats, grind the French roast beans, pour the cold well water into the coffee maker, set it to STRONG BREW, and renew my water-loving soul with a shower while my coffee brews.
Then I pour my coffee, smooth it with a fulsome dash of half-and-half, and begin to sip.
With each sip, I feel more alert, more energized, more focused. I freely admit that I am adicted to coffee. My system expects a dose of caffeine to hook into receptors before 9 AM, or my brain will ache. During my child-bearing years, I endured painful withdrawal before (or early in) each pregnancy.