For those of you who know me well, this may come as no surprise.
I have finally come to the conclusion that I am an addict. I can't help myself every time I pass a place that serves them. I see people holding cups in their hands and I become envious. I wonder how late in the day I can get away with having one and still get to sleep at night.
It's the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning, and the last thing I think about as I go to bed at night, happy in the knowledge that when I get up in the morning it will be the first thing I have.
These are all true statements -- honestly! But I'm happy to report that the object of my addiction is somewhat benign.
No, not cigarettes.
No, not alcohol.
I am addicted to Caribou coffee.
And I'm even becoming a coffee snob and preferring Caribou over every other type of coffee, including Starbuck's.
I am a very lucky soul.