Why does a coffee make the difference between a livable morning and a sluggish one? That once every three minute mouthful packs a punch that keeps me positive and powerful. I like coffee. Starbucks strong, home brew with milk, in house roasted beans at the bean scene with smooth cream—I like it all. Holding my mug is my adult binky, my big people blankie for comfort. Give me an hour of holding my fresh brew and I will smile at the day. I will be ready to learn, to grow, to play with my son and to answer kindly to the high maintenance customer. The brew coats my palette, sharpens my mind and awakens my humor. The brew is the brains and the brawn of the early hours. Coffee is my morning compadre.