Another dawn looming

I enjoy my morning coffee. Always. But I must admit, often I hesitate before my first gulp. Perhaps I should start the day with a gulp of refreshing, seemingly healthy orange juice, or some such nutritious, awakening elixir? Nahhhh...! First I make the triple strength potion, tip it into my cup, then I dissolve the rest with hot water (but not too much, please!) to make it bearable for the refined pallets of other family members.




The problem is this: at which point can I safely say that I am no longer drinking. Drinking involves the intake of a liquid. There is a thin line between liquid and post-liquid on its way to being somewhat more like a solid.


First, please join me in close observation of the bottom of my mug of the transition moment in proper coffee:

And now look. Pathetic, isn't it. The thin veneer of very faint and feeble (hardly dare call it) sub-sludge: