The highlight of my day most days, these days, is my first sip of coffee - and my fickle ticker has me on a low-caffeine regimen so I only get one shot at it. But it bums me out bigly when the highlight of my day occurs at 7am, and I'm left playing out the string for the next 16 hours. So I've found myself putting that first sip off for as long as I can, challenging myself to wait until "after the next online meeting" or whatever other block of time I can power through to prolong the excitement. It's somewhat analogous to the internal debate we sometimes have when the urge to take care of business ourselves strikes, but you also know there's a pretty good chance of getting some actual live action maybe that night or the next day. So you abstain and let the anticipation build, because the pay-off will be all the sweeter/more voluminous. Well yesterday I waited so long, delaying time and again until finally after dinner I realized I'd forgotten to have any coffee at all - and it was too late to indulge without screwing up my sleep. WTF!!!
So that entire day sucked, went to bed in a horrible mood. I woke up today and had my coffee first thing, done with that stupid delayed-pleasure strategy. And what a great first sip it was, for 10 seconds I was on top of the world... the ####### Tiger King!! Now I'm counting down the hours until bedtime.