Ah yes, that unique relationship with a hot beverage in the morning. When I first met my wife I warned her not to talk to me until I finished my first cup. What is it about that dark roasted cup of heaven that gets me going? Obviously the caffeine plays a role in getting my ass moving in the morning. I don’t know if that’s it. There is something almost ritualistic about it. The walk to the kitchen, grabbing that favorite coffee cup, pouring it as my eyes are still adjusting to the morning and sitting down to enjoy that first sip with the eager anticipation of a school child waiting for recess. In the end it really does not matter if it’s just a biological response, a psychological response or just a good old simple habit, my coffee is the best part of waking up.