Warning: verbal vulgarity calms me when I am upset!
I’m all about disrupting the routines of my life that were getting me down – all that daily grind stuff that drove a physical time wedge between me, my head space, my family and life. But don’t mess (f#@*) with my coffee!
In the guesthouses where we have stayed, there has been no coffee unless we want the 8:00 breakfast option. As early birds, we’ve opted out of breakfast thinking we could get coffee on the road. Well, as it turns out, gas stations don’t open until 9:00 weekdays and 10:00 on Sundays, and there doesn’t seem to be such a thing as a cafe, diner or coffee shop either – at least not in the small towns (which, by the way are 300 km apart here in Iceland – bathrooms too). We are now going on three days in Iceland with the earliest coffee procured at 9:00. I think I may be dying – truly out of whack!
The routine of morning coffee consumption should be completely off-limits – free of any sort of disruption. In fact, every bedroom or kitchen needs coffee to automatically appear by 6:00 AM so the world can get up.
I can’t even get my butt ass out of bed unless I smell it! Jeff is usually up by 5:00, promptly makes coffee, by 5:15 it’s hot in the thermos and by 6:00 it’s little tendrils have wound their way down the hallway through the bedroom to my nose. This is when (and why!) I get up. With coffee in hand I sit on a soft chair of some sort – preferably a couch or stuffed armchair to consume my two cups. I am not a morning person and consuming coffee puts to sleep the monster that I really am.
While the two cup coffee routine is going on, I prefer nobody talk to me as I am completely incoherent. I am capable of input but not output: I can read emails, news or blogs, but don’t expect me to chat. Without coffee I simply cannot function – I cannot walk, talk….nothing….well, except growl, perhaps. Even worse, I suffer physical ailments if coffee arrives much past 7:00 – my head begins to pound, flulike symptoms ensue and all I want to do is go back to bed.
This disrupting routine business is really messing with my juju. I’ve been walking around Iceland a morning zombie barely able to stay awake, popping migraine meds by 9:00 and in tears by the time I am at the gas station counter begging for a few of their tiny cups. Coffee may be late and small in Iceland, but we learned that a LARGE order of French Fries here puts “Supersize Me” to shame!
Switching Gears 