rocket fuel in my coffee?

you know, i've been drinking coffee for almost fifty years. that cup of good, freshly brewed coffee is sometimes the highlight of my day. what you're surprised that i have a pleasant moment? me too.

coffee used to be cheap. you could go into any restaurant, any diner, anywhere and get a cup for much less than a dollar. i've paid a quarter for a cup of coffee, and probably less in days i can't remember. now it costs $5.

now, i'll complain about the high cost of everything and anything on another day, but for now i'm going to stick to the coffee. i'll admit getting roped into the idea of fresh, tasty, flavorful coffee being served all over the place. i'll admit i buy lots of types to brew at home. i keep it interesting.

but when i go to that chain - you know the one - it seems like there is someting extra in that cup. it costs more, it's tastes different, and it feels like someone has injected adrenaline into my heart. i know, i've heard the myths about special roasting methods that make the caffeine stronger. that's bullshit. there's some sort of illicit substance in this stuff that makes me move like oprah chasing a baked ham.

i can't decide if i like the sensation that life is blurringly slower than i am, and if i'm on the fence, that means it gets a complaint.

i don't remember the exact point of posting about this now, but i know i have to paint the garage, take out the garbage, mend the fence, feed the hogs, perform arthroscopic surgery on my buddy's knee, compose a symphony, and read the encyclopedia... in the next hour or so.