Jitters

This blog is being written under the influence of too much caffeine.  It started this morning when I met a friend for coffee after pilates.  We went someplace new for me, a coffee shop downtown, but I always like to try new things.  I ordered a coffee and treated myself to a muffin.  My friend was behind me and asked for decaf coffee.  The attendant explained that they used espresso for all their coffee, but that they had decaf espresso.  Wow, I knew I was in trouble.  It had never occurred to me that I would be drinking anything other than plain old drip coffee.   When I looked down, my coffee had a suspicious caramel coloured froth on top of it, and it was in a regular coffee mug, not in one of those doll-size cups that I associate with fancy coffee. 

I don't do fancy coffee.  I'm just an ordinary coffee girl, one large Tim's per day with two milk and half a sugar.  If I'm at home I have cafe con leche in my owl mug.   My sons and husband all drink their coffee black, and have far more caffeine per day than I do.  But they are gainfully employed, and I am just puttering around doing my thing, so I don't need much additional stimulation.  I will admit to getting a little buzzed on green tea when I have Japanese food with my girlfriend, because I usually come home talking like Minnie Mouse and end up in a cleaning jag.

My sons have explained that what I probably had was an Americano, which is espresso and regular coffee.  I don't know.  What I do know is that if the police could pull someone over and breathalyze them for driving under the influence of too much caffeine, I would lose my license.  I'm pretty sure I left the top of my head on the ceiling of the coffee shop, and my hands are shaking like I'm going through withdrawal.  Forget about multi tasking, I can barely type.  It's a good thing that this site has a form of spellchecker because I don't think I can focus well enough to find all my typos right now.

To tell the truth, I feel a little like Skrat.  Do you know him?  He's the squirrel-rat who is paranoid about losing his acorn in the Ice Age animated movies.   You can't blame him for being paranoid, because dreadful things happen to him on a regular basis.  I'm pretty sure he gets his acorn in the end, but it's always a painful process.  I know nothing bad is going to happen to me, I'm safely at home and going nowhere else. I just feel skittery and itchy in my own skin.  I've been drinking a lot of water to flush the caffeine through, but so far I'm still pretty wired.   Supper tonight will be Sloppy Joes, because you really can't mess up anything with "sloppy" in the title.