Be on the lookout for a second moon

Sit down. This news will be a shock.

I have quit drinking coffee. Cold turkey.

The beautiful, shiny Cuisinart has been retired to the basement.

It's true. Miniature Rose, she of the "they can have my coffee when they pry the mug from my cold dead fingers" has placed herself of a strict regimen of water, tomato juice, and herbal tea.

The martini clinical trials have come to an abrupt end, as well.

This morning, while surfing and enjoying a cuppa, I felt a weird fluttering in my chest. Then I felt it again .. and again .. and again. Just a fluttering - no pain, no nausea, no dizziness, no tachycardia. Strange.

A quick google search pointed to caffeine and alcohol as possible culprits. Magnesium and potassium deficiencies are also likely possibilities. Eliminating my daily cup pot of coffee and thrice-weekly martini, and being vigilant about taking the calcium-magnesium-zinc supplement are my first steps to trying to correct this situation. Given that I've been gorging myself on tomatoes, fresh off the vine, it's highly unlikely that I am deficient in potassium.

Yes, Mom, I hear you saying why didn't you go to the clinic??? Well, our clinic is closed for a training holiday today, for starters. More importantly, it's highly likely that the ~ahem~ professionals at the clinic would fixate on the fact that Steve left precisely one week ago, pat me on the head, and send me home with a bottle of xanax or valium. No, thank you.

Sniff. Bye-bye, coffee, my dear old friend.