I now seem to enjoy my coffee -- no longer black -- but with a bit of skim milk. And, when Drew handed me several packs of 3-in-1 coffee with pre-mixed powdered milk and sugar, I stored them in the cupboard expecting only to serve them to guests. But somehow I've taken to indulging in a cup myself every morning.
After nearly four years of drinking exclusively black coffee, this is a significant change and I'm not yet sure how to regard it. Do I sound rather dramatic? I mean to be. I guess I've always counted on myself to be a lifelong black coffee drinker... it was a sort of constant in my life, in the same vein as my penchant for grandma clip on earrings and elephants.
Looks like things are shifting, people.
