On the way home, the Observer and I stopped at Starbucks. I didn't really need a coffee, but I really wanted one. I had a small decaf. When it's cold and I'm outside, my mind always wanders to coffee. Lately I have been ordering my Starbucks coffee with a shot of vanilla syrup. When I leave and go out into the coldness, there is such a sweet taste in my mouth. Perhaps that's part of the reason being outside makes my craving for coffee stronger.
There is a guy in my apartment building who the Observer knows from his teen years. They are the same age and grew up in the same community. The guy is gay and really likes the Observer. Whenever he sees the Observer, he smiles big and says hello. When I see the same guy in the halls, I get no reaction - just a blank stare. I tease the Observer about his "boyfriend" in my building all the time. When we bump into him together, I can't stop laughing. I lose my marbles. Today we ran into the Observer's "boyfriend" twice and both times caused me to be overcome with giggles. The Observer didn't think this was very funny.
I think all the caffeine I had tonight will make sleeping a challenge. When I have been over-caffeinated, I tend to laugh about the day's events while trying to sleep. The Observer and his "boyfriend" will be on my mind if too much caffeine should keep me from sleeping.