I’ve probably written this post before, but I don’t care. My editor is on vacation this week, so this one’s going straight out – repost, new ground, correct spelling, good English, or not.

The spell checker on my phone… is unreliable. I was going to use another word, one of a few colorful choices rhyming with duck, but I’m feeling polite.

I pride myself on self-awareness. I like to think it’s one of my strengths – the silver lining to low self-esteem. The monitor runs pretty close to 24/7, so I’m usually right on top of things. Whether I cope well is another matter, but I figure I’ve got half the battle licked.

Some people say they’re morning people. Others say they’re night folks. I think it’s one thing to be a night person but a little creepy to admit it. Maybe it’s the books I’ve been reading. Well, I’m here to tell you I’m neither. I’m more of a 9 to 11a.m. kind of guy.

What does any of this have to do with today, my status, or the relative humidity in Skokie? Not much really. I just felt like sharing a random quirk, wondering if I’m as strange as I think. No, I’m beyond wondering. I’m embracing the strange today. Sorry Cheryl. At least I warned you.

I wonder if I’d find a correlation if I plotted the caffeine levels in my bloodstream during the day. I wonder if I’d find proof of a coffee fulfilling prophecy. Maybe I need to drink bigger. Maybe a thermos just isn’t hacking it.

Carafe? Jug? Barrel?

“John’s Jiggy Java has a wonderful, balanced flavor, with a smooth finish, and a hint of oak that you won’t find anywhere else.“