A BBC Post Made for Me

Oh happy day! Did you see this post? It gives me hope. Makes me feel that as a pot-a-day drinker I am working toward a positive end result - not simply feeding an addiction.

Not that Alzheimer’s runs in the immediate family. Oh, my grandfather’s grandmother suffered from age-related dementia many years before the medical community had given it a proper name. And then there’s my grandfather (her grandson), who - although never given such a diagnosis - beat his retirement home roommate over the head with his cane. Since this was a man he liked, there might have been a tad bit of dementia that came into play, me thinks.

But me? Naw. Not as long as there are coffee ground upon this earth shall I suffer from its perils.