I had to give up and give in. The experiment is over. I need more than three cups of coffee in a day. I need more than three cups in the morning. I suspect I need three cups just to be able to speak. Pathetic, but truthful.
I (foolishly) thought I could cut my coffee down to two cups a day. This was day two. My early morning strategy was to use the French Press, which only made two cups (one would be shared with Steve, because I am the sharing kind of wife), rather than the drip, which offered me a never ending cup of coffee. I knew I was in trouble at 7:45 am.