I gave up caffeine at the beginning of July, as part of a broader change in my eating habits. After the first painful week, I didn't miss it much -- and then, the week the show opened, I was grateful to be able to go back on caffeine and get the full effect when I needed it most. I was on the junk for Bouchercon, too (four days of sleep deprivation and alcohol abuse without caffeine was unthinkable), but gave it up again once I got back to Maine.
Until this morning -- maybe. The can of decaffeinated espresso (I know, it's a cruel joke) I bought on the way home is now gone, and I've turned to the grounds in a Tupperware container that's been in my freezer for God only knows how long. I think -- I think -- that these were decaffeinated beans I ground myself before I left for New York.
But I'm not sure. And this is why Heloise tells us to label everything that goes into our freezers, people...
So I've just made a pot, and we'll find out shortly. Today could be even more productive than I was hoping!