Coffee and catholicism

I just made the afternoon pot of coffee, which is usually “afternoon” in name only, as we basically wait after the first pot of the day just to see who will break first, and then the other one of us jumps around and pees up the house like an untrained puppy when the other asks, “Ready for more coffee?” But today it really made it until well into the afternoon, causing the question of whether drinking hi-test this late in the day isn’t at least a venal sin, and even without all the catechism and communion my soul is clearly a Catholic soul and someday there will be a marathon confession that will finally cause the priest to ask me to just cut to the chase, and I don’t need to be adding minor sins like late-day coffee drinking to the list.

So, this pot is made up of 2.5 parts ancient Mexican decaf that was hiding in the back of the freezer, possibly since the Carter administration, and 1.5 parts Rainforest Nut Crunch, a very accidentally purchased flavored bean — flavored, as near as my tastebuds can tell, with the same kind of oil I use to keep my bicycle chain moving smoothly. That combination can only lead either to a surprisingly splendid late day treat, or a taste that will make us hurl. Wish me luck!