Cafftive

I’ve been working and playing pretty hard lately, my candle is often burning at both ends, and I’m willing to admit that I am being held hostage by coffee.  I need it.  I seek it.  Its availability can re-arrange my schedule and activities.  I am truly a cafftive of this fiendish beverage.

A subtle undercurrent for both of my recent vacations was the where-abouts of my next cup.  Starbucks is ubiquitous, but in Canada, Tim Horton (“T-Ho”) rules, while Dunkin' Donuts (“Dunk-Doe”) is King in New England.  Here at home, it’s “whatever is available”, and that unfortunately includes the Office Coffee Club.  The fact that I willingly drink that stuff is proof enough of my cafftivity.

I can only take solace in Commander Jack Aubrey’s unusual 19^th-century preference for coffee over tea; and the realization that coffee is Big Global Business.  I’m not the only one trapped in a Coffee Club, and I suspect there are worse vices to have.

T-Ho vs. Dunk Doe