Someone needs to invent the caffè latte patch for the recovering caffeholic.
This morning involved a lot of rushing around. When I finally settled down, I felt the need for a coffee but not for the taste of coffee or the hit it gives but for that warm mug of X to hold in my hands as I read the paper (online of course) or watch bad pop music.
The similar need a smoker has to hold a cancer stick between their fingers was replaced by a cuppa hot chocolate. It was nice. Not as heavy though. Not as warm. Not the same.
Headaches 0; Tantrums 0; Deaths 0.