Being a bit of a creature of habit, I refuse to consider myself awake till I have had that first sip of cappuccino that I make pretty much right after leaving bed. This morning, I had one of those light bulb moments when I realized that there is something more forceful in waking me up.

And that happened when I sank into the sofa and took my first, tentative sip of the cappuccino to probe into its temperature and taste. Because it was in that eye-closed, much anticipated moment that I realized the milk had gone bad 🙁

That meant getting up, dressing up, walking up to Publix in this crisp, cool morning and getting some fresh milk.

That, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, jolted me out of my stupor like nothing has. Or ever will!!