Starbucks Baby
I was feeling pretty low this morning having celebrated my 34th birthday this weekend. I had a very nice party but this year I wasn’t really feeling it. It didn’t help that my husband had to work most of the weekend and had to catch a flight again first thing this morning. Plus no sex because I am still spotting a bit, and won’t know until tomorrow whether or not I need a D&C. (And honestly he hasn’t tried and neither have I because I feel like a bloated cow.) So all weekend I’ve felt a bit off, lonesome and down. Most of my dear friends live out-of-state and so when previously I’d rely on them to cheer me up, now all I have is myself. And apparently Starbucks. I have often known of its restorative properties when I haven’t been able to shake the Sandman. And now that I can indulge in caffeine again I’ve been taking full advantage of it–and sadly consuming little else. I thought this may become a problem until this morning when the Starbucks’ folks finally, after 4 years of ordering the same damn thing, remembered my order. And for some reason that completely burned off my doldrums. 1 I have to remember this when I am not in the mood to be particularly friendly; a little happiness can transform a person’s entire day.
1. Sad I know, but I’ll take a Chai Latte before Prozac any day.
