An Endless Pot of Coffee

     Since I have been eliminating caffeine from my diet, I made a pot of decaf on Sunday morning. It is now Thursday morning, and it still sits on my stovetop! Serious, refined coffee drinkers would think this is disgusting I'm sure. But I also have a very hard time wasting anything. And it was a lot of coffee. Having just returned home from my morning walk, I have a tall British mug of iced coffee (actually more soy milk than coffee) beside me instead of hot. Perfect. Because it seems there is always coffee remaining in this pot, I have lovingly called it my "endless pot of coffee". Sounded like a good title for a little writing piece, so here I am!
     Ever so often, I have a dream in which I come out to the parking lot--this time I had just seen a musical--and find my car is missing. I proceed to search everywhere and then to get help, call the police, try to reach a family member (usually Scott) but to no avail. I wake up frustrated and a bit angry. We're supposed to wake up refreshed and rested, right? Well, not today. Just thinking about it brings back some unwelcome feelings, so I will move on. I do wonder what these dreams could tell me about myself though. If I could figure that out, perhaps I could work on changing it and get rid of these kinds of dreams altogether.
     Due to my rude awakening this morning, I grabbed a new book I checked out at the library which is set in France and delved into it. So far, delightful. The Dressmaker by Elizabeth Oberbeck (her first novel) took me into a wonderful dressmaker's shop 30 miles north of Paris and introduced me to splendid characters. Much better than wandering the streets of Austin seeking help for a stolen car!
     Another book I am reading is by my friend Shawn Achor. You must get it. Before Happiness is his second book just out this month. It follows The Happiness Advantage, a fascinating read with principles I want to adopt, practice and live by. 
     Work is calling, so time to head that way. It's been good to be here for awhile. Too many days have passed since I have taken up pen and paper, so to speak. 
     Next time I park my car in a large lot, I will look for the closest light pole to park under if it's dark or the space nearest the building. Better yet, but much more difficult to achieve (maybe), I will work on dispelling any fears that could be behind these distressing dreams.