It is unwise to drink a coffe stout, as good as it may taste, just before bed.
Last night, after "program," I resisted the urge and habit to stop for a beer at my local "Cheers." Instead, I headed to my house, with a short detour by the grocery store. I have been on a mission this week to regain control of my home. The herd has all but destroyed my serene living quarters with muddy paw prints, dog hair, and chewed up pieces of cardboard (what is the joy in chewing box?).
Finally, last night around midnight, I was able to sit back and bask in success. Floors were mopped, dogs were sleeping, my house was clean. Since I had not eaten dinner, and was in no mood to cook, I cracked open the only cold beer I had in the fridge, and popped a small bag of pop corn. I then proceeded to celebrate by sitting on my clean couch, and read. It was nice...
Until I crawled into bed 45 minutes later and discovered that as good as a coffee stout may taste (I had two), it IS in fact made with real coffee...complete with caffine...
and I do not have enough space to tell you where my mind has been.
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