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The past week has been a blissful coffee experience — 4 shots a day, with a little foam, a little sugar and some kind of desert.

Yesterday, however, my desert felt almost obligatory. I probably would have been happier with just the coffee. Today, I had a couple of doubles and a cookie — it was pro forma to tell the truth. My head hurts and I crave blueberries.

It’s a problem when your desires are out of sync with your scheduler. That’s habit. You get used to making time for something, whether it means something to you or not. Now, for meditation, that’s probably just as well; but for coffee and pastry? I want the pleasure, not the support, that a good macchiato brings. When it’s not a pleasure, what is it? A vice.


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