Java Detour
I know what my crutch is. It’s having a latte in my hands. It’s not even the coffee itself. It certainly can’t be, since I really don’t think caffeine “works” for me anymore.
It’s the cup! The paper cup with the handy little sleeve over it. The plastic lid and the tiny sip hole.
Is that weird!? I just feel better when I have one in my hands. If I have to go somewhere, it’s the first thing I request. Having it with me just makes the day better. It’s probably really sad to some people - sad in a pathetic way - but I can think of worse habits. And infinitely weirder security blankets.
