I Did an Experiment, and The Results are In; Coffee Can’t Cure Grief
(And neither does time.)
I arrived at work 20 minutes early, hoping to get some paperwork done, return emails, and have a third cup of coffee. My office is a hot mess littered with piles of paperwork that I’ve been planning to sort through “once Covid is over,” whatever that means.
But instead, I curled up on the floor and cried.
Isn’t it funny how tears don’t ask for permission to run down your cheeks? They didn’t get the “me too” memo. They touch me when and where I don’t want to be touched. I didn’t ask for this.
Damn it. I was going to sort those piles of clutter.
I’ve just been so tired lately. Sheer exhaustion I don’t recognize.
So I thought I had figured out what the problem was. My amazing husband very thoughtfully picked out some fancy coffee from Whole Foods for me to replace my normal Aldi brand. I usually put four tablespoons of coffee in my French Press. I decided this bougie coffee might not be as strong, so I gradually added more and more.
Five tablespoons.
Six tablespoons.
I still wasn’t waking up. Where had my energy gone?
