I'm afraid I'll just have to tough it out. I actually don't drink that much coffee, but once I've had a cup or ten, the damage is done
. It's the old man who drinks more coffee than I do, and yet he sleeps like a baby after the fifth pot in the evening. I don't know how he does it
Stomach's got an aluminum lining, methinks, and there's no pathway to the sleep center.
OK, I'm now doing my "send the rain judiciously and prudently to the parts of Oz that need it most" dance. However, I'm needing my green wellies to get out there and do it properly.
Know anyone who has a pair I can borrow? (T-hee-hee?)