I am not a night owl.

I really and truly am not a night owl.  As in NOT AT ALL.  I love going to bed early and waking-up early.  I love that in the morning the world - or rather my corner of the world - is particularly quiet.  There are no cars zipping down my drive.  The hum of Interstate 90 is faint.  My neighbors in my apartment complex are quiet.  All seems well with the world.  It is me and Celia and my mug full of coffee with Chris Rice singing about Jesus.  *sigh*

It is currently 10 p.m. and yours truly is wide (WIDE!!!!) awake.  I turned off the lights and my brain said, "Hey beautiful!!! You're not sleepy!!!  Kidding!!!" 

Mentally I assessed my coffee consumption.  Did I accidentally consume my beloved caffeinated beverage after 12 'noon.  No!!!  I am smarter than that.  I did, though, have coffee at 11-ish which may have been too close to 12-ish.

You see...at work, I cut myself off from all coffee once I arrive at work.  My coffee consumption was - at one time - out of control.  I never thought that phrase would leave my pretty little mouth.  Sooo too help with my coffee consumption, or rather slow it down, I determined that all my coffee would be consumed at my house and one last little cup would be consumed during my commute to work.

I am afraid that my 11-ish coffee may have compromised my early-to-bed sleep pattern. 

I regret nothing.  My 11-ish coffee was amazing and iced and combined with chocolate.  I would do it again tomorrow.  Technically I would drink it at 9-ish tomorrow.  Because trust me - you do not want Angie Good to have back-to-back compromised sleep situations.  It is funny and whatnot...but at some point, the fun will end and may get weepy.  True story.