I’m sitting at my kitchen table in shorts, unshowered, unshaven, and a bit under-rested. Not that this is anything new, but one thing in particular is different this time. For the first time in a week, I have a hot cup of black coffee next to my keyboard, and it’s quite nice.

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Almost ten years after my first sip, I’ve gone four days without coffee–the longest since that very first taste.

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Today begins One Week Without Coffee. For one week, I’ll try not to become a lifeless, withdrawn zombie while living without my miracle elixir.

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