Mind

When I started reintroducing coffee into my routine, after the worst of the insomnia was over, I made myself a rule that I wouldn't let coffee fade into the background of my existence. No, every time I drank coffee, I wouldn't let myself get distracted from how it smells and tastes, and how nice it is.

This is more difficult than I expected. "Morning routine" might be some of what makes my life slip away from me, when nice times just sort of slip between my fingers and only icky times last forever.