DEcaf is the root of all evil

...morning begins with the trickle of fragrant beans into the grinder and then the noise happens that shakes me that much more awake. My eyes change from slivers to slits to half moons of anticipation. A translucent arm of whislting steam jolts the cat and she leans on my leg inspecting the progress of my daily preparations. There's this glorious chemistry, when powder meets liquid and that dark satisfying beverage starts to form in that glass carafe and I can feel my pulse race. The coffee forms and I prepare the milk for frothing. whizz-whir-whizz-whir / swirl-plunge-pour....I'm fast awake. My eyes change from half moons to almonds of ex-ci-tation. Now I can speak, I can communicate GOOD MORNING to the world.