This morning, in the foggy time between asleep and fully awake, I had thought of the perfect thing to write about today. A little over six hours later, and I can't remember a damned thing. But trust me, it would have been witty.
Clearly, coming back from a week-long vacation -- even if it was only to my parents' house -- is way too harsh on my system. I think I need to wean myself back on to it.
On a somewhat related note, I thought it important to note that, with the exception of one gulp of my sister's soda, I did not have ANY caffeine for the entire time I was in Florida. And I lived! No Diet Coke, no coffee, not even any green tea. And you know what? I didn't yell at anyone, I wasn't grumpy in the mornings,* and I didn't even have any headaches.
My mom agreed that if I could give it up for that long, I could probably quit altogether. But it was in that "Yes, sweetie, you can do anything" tone of voice, so I'm not sure if she was just placating me.
Of course, I proceeded to drink an entire can of Diet Coke on the plane** around 6:30, which is probably why I had such a hard time falling asleep last night.
So, as of today, I have a new rule: No caffeine after 2 pm. And I mean it, really.
*This might actually be a side effect of sleeping in. But still. I'm always grumpy in the mornings, even when well-rested. It's one of my loveliest and most charming peccadilloes.
**They give you full cans of soda in First Class! And free booze! But for some reason, I never take them up on that.
Inexplicably, they don't have anything more than cookies and nuts for food. And on a flight from 5:45-8:15, dinner wouldn't be such a bad thing.