POST # 616
A very long time ago, in the last months of 1980, I was living and working at a place in central Alberta, approximately a two plus hour drive from my home town of Calgary.
After the work week had finished, I would hop in my car, and make the drive back to Calgary, to catch up with family and friends for a couple of days, before returning Sunday night in preparation for the work week ahead.
And it was during that time, that I started drinking coffee. I would have just one cup, prior to the beginning of my drive to Calgary, and because it was the only cup I would drink all week, I would get quite a buzz from the caffeine. And that's why I drank it, as it helped to keep me awake on my journey southward.
So that was the beginning of coffee drinking for me. Why do I bring this up now? Well, as of today, it has been exactly one year since I drank my last cup of coffee, and to my surprise, I haven't missed it one little bit. It's rather strange that a habit that had lasted for 43 years, could just stop, and not be missed. I don't even think about it now.
Changing subjects. In a couple of days, I will be saying goodbye to Ollie, as I head across the water to Nanaimo to begin my next house sit. He'll probably be sleeping when I leave, even though it will be the middle of the afternoon. He's a true furball. He loves to sleep most of the day. But if he is asleep, I'll make sure to wake him up, and give him a pat on the head to say my goodbye. Thanks for your company Ollie. It has once again been a pleasure to spend some time with you, my furball friend.
grateful for every breath,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
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