I've had a soda and maybe two iced teas since. My reasoning was that caffeine was probably, at best, not helping with recent anxiety problems and, at worst, amplifying them. Additionally, caffeine doesn't really make me feel more awake; sometimes it just makes me knock things over.
I managed to implement this hair-brained plan when I had daily access to a café in Grand Cayman called The Greenhouse. They made some great decaffeinated iced coffees and lattes for me. In other words, they gave me hope that I could survive decaf.
Yesterday's attempt at brewed decaf was drinkable, but I used too much half&half. Today, Day 2, I tried more liberal scoops of grounds than the recommended 1 tbsp/6 ounces and was more careful with the half&half pour (judging by color of the solution rather than height on the mug). It's better. I haven't killed anyone yet.
Going forward, I want to get one of those Nespresso doohickies and a decent cocktail shaker this weekend. If I'm stuck with this dirt masquerading as life juice, I might as well get some joy out of it.
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