I had started choking it down every morning because I thought that there were health benefits. But the evidence isn’t really that compelling. Patricia kicked her habit in April, so I wasn’t making it every morning any more, and I rarely wanted to go to the trouble of making a couple cups just for me. So I guess I’m off it for now.
[Late-afternoon update]
Note: I am not criticizing anyone whose body chemistry enables them to enjoy drinking the stuff; to each his own. I’m simply amused by people who think that I’m a terrible person because I never have, and continue to not do so, no matter how much I drink, or how it is prepared. I will say, though, that at a hotel in Vienna, I had (included in the price of the room) lattes that were less than terrible, but still not worth drinking absent any potential health benefits.
I’m always amused at people who can’t conceive of anyone who is not heterosexual, because they’re projecting. And as I’ve often noted, most of the argument about this stuff probably consists of bisexuals who assume that everyone is like them, and that therefore it is a choice.
Nice picture. It shows how the two faults define the Mojave desert, separating it from the Tehachapis and southern Sierra. A major quake on that fault would be bad for the LA basin, but not as much as a 7 on the Newport-Inglewood fault, which last acted up in the 1930s in Long Beach. It is just a few miles east of our house.