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More yawning
Thursday, April 10th, 2014 03:30 pmIt really is most tedious.
For some time now, I have thought that I have been drinking too much coffee at work. I don’t drink much coffee at home these days, I have a mug of instocaff on a weekday morning with breakfast and we will either use the percolator or brew up a cafetière on a Saturday and Sunday and get a couple of mugs of proper coffee down our necks on those days in the morning. Beyond that, at home I tend to drink tea and for the past couple of years that’s been decaffeinated tea.
On weekdays I get into the office and buy a large latte downstairs (occasionally, very occasionally, I might have a regular latte in the afternoon), but between times it was always instocaff, because it’s quicker and easier. Over the past fortnight I have largely switched away from instocaff in the office, preferring my decaffeinated tea.
The problem is, every afternoon, I just yawn and yawn. I think that I must have overdone the caffeine reduction.
I do drink water from time to time, but I have to confess that I prefer tea when I’m sitting at my desk. I do like water (a friend of mine always contends that he hates the taste of water, to which I always responds that he has clearly never been properly thirsty). I just wish that I could stop yawning, or maybe find a job where I could have a couple of hours’ siesta…
Of course today there remains the lingering suspicion that I might not have slept quite as well as I might last night, which would be a contributory factor right now. In theory I got around 6½ hours’ sleep (which might be cutting it fine, but equally should be something I can cope with, though I admit that a little longer would have been choice). No, the problem today is that we went out after work last night. It was Furtle’s Ma’s birthday and the in-laws came into the West End to see a matinee. We met them afterwards, had a couple of pints of ale and then repaired to a restaurant where, in addition to two bottles of wine between the four of us, we had a meal and finished it with an Irish coffee.
I can’t say that I felt even marginally drunk, though I guess the units piled up into that little lot, but it might have been a contributory factor to why I’m yawning so hard this afternoon. Booze and quality sleep rarely mix.
For some time now, I have thought that I have been drinking too much coffee at work. I don’t drink much coffee at home these days, I have a mug of instocaff on a weekday morning with breakfast and we will either use the percolator or brew up a cafetière on a Saturday and Sunday and get a couple of mugs of proper coffee down our necks on those days in the morning. Beyond that, at home I tend to drink tea and for the past couple of years that’s been decaffeinated tea.
On weekdays I get into the office and buy a large latte downstairs (occasionally, very occasionally, I might have a regular latte in the afternoon), but between times it was always instocaff, because it’s quicker and easier. Over the past fortnight I have largely switched away from instocaff in the office, preferring my decaffeinated tea.
The problem is, every afternoon, I just yawn and yawn. I think that I must have overdone the caffeine reduction.
I do drink water from time to time, but I have to confess that I prefer tea when I’m sitting at my desk. I do like water (a friend of mine always contends that he hates the taste of water, to which I always responds that he has clearly never been properly thirsty). I just wish that I could stop yawning, or maybe find a job where I could have a couple of hours’ siesta…
Of course today there remains the lingering suspicion that I might not have slept quite as well as I might last night, which would be a contributory factor right now. In theory I got around 6½ hours’ sleep (which might be cutting it fine, but equally should be something I can cope with, though I admit that a little longer would have been choice). No, the problem today is that we went out after work last night. It was Furtle’s Ma’s birthday and the in-laws came into the West End to see a matinee. We met them afterwards, had a couple of pints of ale and then repaired to a restaurant where, in addition to two bottles of wine between the four of us, we had a meal and finished it with an Irish coffee.
I can’t say that I felt even marginally drunk, though I guess the units piled up into that little lot, but it might have been a contributory factor to why I’m yawning so hard this afternoon. Booze and quality sleep rarely mix.