I have been trying to be good, I really have. My attempts at cutting back on caffeine have at points even been impressive. Some days, even some weeks, I can now go without a cup of coffee. That’s right, this freak show is now powered by sleep.

So the other morning, I took my boys to a greasy spoon. It was all that I could have asked for with its counter seats and a multitude of egg and breakfast meat dishes. Plus, the smell of coffee. Wonderful black authentic diner coffee.

So I ordered a cup. It was intoxicating. The flavor rolled of my tongue. I smiled. What a lovely morning.

I chatted with my boys, a lovely sort of banter. I reached for my cup and found it full. The waitress had walked by and topped me off. Lovely, magical, and much appreciated.

The scene repeated itself. A gulp or two of coffee. More conversation. A persistent waitress topping off my cup.

Before long, I must have downed seven or eight cups or gallons. Really, who was counting? Yes, it was a lovely morning and if I had really tried, I truly believe I could have sprouted wings and flown home. Yes, some mornings are magical, especially when the magic is fueled by coffee.