- I don't tolerate caffeine well. Usually, decaf is more than enough to keep me up, and I actually prefer tea. However, every now and then I have a cup of coffee. Unlike Thing One, who drinks his "regular", or Thing Two who drinks his black, I add lots of milk (or cream or half-and-half) and sugar (or sugar substitute) to my coffee, or decaf. Yesterday, at 11am, I had a cup - actually, probably more like 1 1/2 - 2 cups, given the size of the mug. Definitely in the range of a Starbucks "tall". Despite turkey and the attending tryptophan, and half a bottle of a decent Pinot Gris, I didn't sleep last night. It's all the coffee's fault.
- I hate windchimes. Yes, I know some (like Woodstock Chimes) are quite nice sounding, and if it's a calm day with a bit of a breeze they're not bad. But... last night (while I wasn't sleeping) it was quite windy. Gusty, even. And those (*%^*#$@ windchimes did not make my night any easier.
I think that's enough for now - gotta keep the sense of mystery going, right?