You know when you're reading Facebook and the elusive positive article pops up in your feed? This morning the Facebook gods fed me with promises of liquid renewal, eternal life through the bitter, life-giving liquid better known as coffee.
I like coffee. A lot. A Forrest Gump likes chocolate lot. Coffee and I have a steamy relationship of give and take. It gives, I take. (I also like chocolate a lot, but that's it's own very sexy tale.)
I have to love the stuff. I'm a writer, and in order to buy into my creativity, I must (literally) wander coffeed paths and smell coffee smells. Even my favorite novel heroines are dedicated coffee drinkers. Let's not forget that coffee to the female writer is whisky to the male writer on the big screen.
I've tried to quit the stuff. After all, the Facebook gods have fed me less tender morsels: promises that too much liquid life will cause a swift liquid death. Dr. Peter Martin wants me to know that's not true. He states, "If you drink that much, it's not going to do you any harm, and it might actually help you. A lot." Dr. Peter Martin wants me to be happy. Find the full article here: [http://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2012/11/the-case-for-drinking-as-much-coffee-as-you-like/265693/].
Dr. Martin, I want you to know that I take your science seriously. As I type, I may or may not be staring down one glass of cold brew coffee, one carafe of French Press, one dallah (pot) of Arabic coffee and one mug of brewed coffee complete with the dregs. I'm gonna make the most of this news by starting my day off with a holy dose of caffeine and maybe circumambulate a Starbucks later.