Almost every morning for the past 19,350 days has started with coffee. Now due to the minor surgery later today I must forgo that portion of my daily regime. I forced myself to stay in bed in hope of reducing the number of hours awake and denied. Nothing to eat or drink from midnight on seems like a rather simple task and it probably would be if so many things in this house were conspiring against me. I am almost certain that I was awakened by a coconut pound cake calling out my name.