…and gave my wife a fright.

At work, we’re allowed to have a cup if it’s covered, so it took me about a millisecond to bring one to work for the coffee.  I can quit any time.  Really.

I like coffee, truth be told.  Not as much as my family, but there’s a space for all I appreciate in my life.  I digress.

So, after several months weeks days in continuous operation, I decided it was time to bring the caffeine chalice home to meet the dishwasher.  I put it in my lunch box, and brought the lunch box home, as usual.  In the middle of the night, of course.

The next morning I happened to be standing in the kitchen when my wife opened said box, took out the coffee cup, shot me a quick look and asked “Did you quit your job?”.  She wasn’t joking.

So, no, I didn’t quit my job or coffee.  She’s happy about the first, and resigned to the second.