A Good Life

I am not a morning person. Never have been. Working 3pm-11pm for 14 years has certainly contributed to this. I am unbearable for the first hour or so I am awake if I am up much before 9. My one saving grace is coffee.

I remember the first cup of coffee I ever had. I was a freshly minted Military Policeman station at Fort A.P. Hill Virginia. I was working midnights and somewhere around 3 or 4 am I hit the wall. I am not sure I had EVER been that tired in my life to that point. I drove off post to Fastway. I walked in and bought my first ever cup of coffee. I was 19 years old. Oh. My. God.

I have never been able to recapture that first buzz I got from that first cup of coffee. I was sold on the magical awakening properties of it after that night. For the most part I don’t really like beer. I have never really liked the taste of it, though there are exceptions to that. I don’t understand people that do. Coffee on the other hand, I love it. I do not drink it black. I have the perfect mixture that I make and when I get it right I could drink that cup all day long.

A year ago we bought a Keurig. This may be the greatest coffee maker ever. One cup at a time, different varieties, but the best part of it is that I can make one cup whenever I want it. No more wasting a whole pot because you want a cup at 5pm.

I wish I could tell you that it wakes me right up in the morning but, sadly, that is just not the case. I believe I am the poster child for having a tolerance to caffeine after all these years. I can drink a cup of coffee 30 minutes before I go to bed and sleep like a baby.

What coffee is to me is that one thing that I can sit there with and just think “Life is Good.” So as I type this, I have a cup of coffee next to me. Jack Johnson is playing on iTunes, the girls are upstairs playing and laughing.....Life is good.

Life, my friends, is good.