I spent this week detoxing from coffee. I felt like I was coming off heroin (and I have a child that was addicted to heroin, so we know what it is like). Did real well. I think I finally shook it.

THEN I GOT SICK. Like S*I*C*K. You guessed it. Coffee was the only thaing that would 1) cut the crud enough that I could swallow and 2) stay down. Not even water would stay down.

The whole thing made me do lots of thinking about the devil and his temptations while I was hallucinating from the fever. Us pagans don't usually think about the dvil. This week, I did.

Okay, business as usual. Cosmic sign it is not time to cut coffee out completely. YET.