Room to Breathe

Featuring my new room after four loads in the coupe, five in the dumbwaiter and an uncountable number of trips up and down Safford’s six sets of six stairs. After moving on Tuesday, without a drop of coffee or even edible sustenance, I was so sore that I put sheets down on the bed in the middle of the room and took a nap. Things are slightly more re-arranged now, but I am no less caffeine-stricken!

There is a punchbowl sized coffee cup on display in Rao’s. I would need to fill it with espresso and slurp it through a straw once a day to make up for all the coffee I’ve missed this week and replenish the caffeine in my system enough to soothe my stubborn headache. Oh, addiction.