Over our looong Christmas/New Year's break, also known as the Too Much Togetherness Tour 2008 (or TMTT '08), every morning was very laid back and every morning, we were able to "sleep in" (at least, sleep later than the normal 6:00 AM wake up), so I was able to kind of ease into the days. That was nice.
I guess I need to back track a bit here: I rarely drink anything other than water or wine, but I'm not about to compare myself to Jesus. That got The Beatles into all kinds of hot water some 40 years ago or so.
But, it's true. I take a glass of ice water to the bedroom each evening to be perched on my nightstand and then, when I wake up, I want fresh ice water. That's where my ice/water through the door side by side fridge comes in handy. It's paid for itself on that feature alone (and it was a cheap fridge, too!).
Anyway, one morning I woke up and I couldn't find my water cup - and yes, I have one cup I like to drink ice water from and no other cup or glass will do - so I looked in the fridge and grabbed a Coke. Normally, I would have chosen a Sprite if I wanted a soda, which I almost never want, but there were no Sprites in the fridge. The Cokes were in there and nice & cold.
I drank it. Later, I felt like crap. I ended up on the floor - on my left side as that is the preferred side to stave off poor circulation and such, and I continued to feel like crud.
Then, I had a tickle in the back of my throat and knew... I just KNEW, I was gonna hurl, so I ran off the bathroom and what came up? Only brown liquid. Coke.
One morning, I drank a bit of coffee. A tiny bit, about a third of a cup and felt all queasy.
I think I recognize a pattern here: on an empty stomach, I should just stick with ice water.
After breakfast, a bit of coffee or any other type drink is acceptable. I've never had any problems with just water in the morning. Maybe I should just give up on other fluids all together.
Just water and just wine. Sounds good to me. And Jesus.