I went in to work today just like I do every week day. I dropped my things off at my desk and logged into my computer and turned on my little space heater so that my hands could thaw out and type at their normal speed. After that I grabbed my mug and went to the break area for round 3 of coffee. Yep, round 3 at 8:15am. Here’s how it goes; my alarm goes off at 5:30am and I get up and start moving and jump in the shower and get ready and then around 6:30am I head down to the kitchen for my first cup of coffee, then I usually read and catch up on the news while eating breakfast and then grab another mug to take with me to work. I drink that last cup during my short drive to work and during devotions. So, as you can see by the time I am sitting at my desk ready to work I am ready for my third and last cup of the morning. This morning I walked over to the break area knowing that my third cup would be a sad, flavorless mug of folgers that would have to be helped by a bit of sugar and maybe even some cream. I normally drink my coffee black, but when it’s as nasty as that pre-ground Folgers stuff that tastes like it’s been sitting around for years, you just have to enlist the help of some sugar and cream. Well there I was making my way to the coffee maker when I heard quite the commotion. Everyone was huddled around the counter looking at something. That something happened to be the end of me. I think I might overdose on coffee. Ladies and gentlemen, we bought a Keurig machine. Yep, I can now bring my own delicious, fresh blend of coffee and pop it into the Keurig and have a steaming hot cup of coffee in seconds. Not good. I can’t even bring myself to say how many cups I had today…S, would not be happy….