Anytime is espresso time!

I have to say, I'm mightily impressed with Hillary Clinton's assertion that she would bomb the hell out of Iran if the Islamic Republic struck Israel. “In the next ten years, during which they might foolishly consider launching an attack on Israel, we would be able to totally obliterate them," Clinton stated on April 22 while campaigning in Pennsylvania.
That's the kind of talk I like to hear! As expected, Obama said such talk wasn't helpful and dialogue was what was needed. Hillary (as well as I) agrees, in theory, of course; she is simply threatening very severe consequences if our close ally is attacked. It's not often I have chance or reason to say this, but: good for you, Mrs. Clinton.
Now then, for a total change of subject matter:
On Friday mornings, I would get an espresso from the coffee stand outside the station where I change trains on my commute home from work. On Fridays, I usually stay up to do the bulk of the housework and work on my music and/or writing.
Well, the inevitable happened: I'm getting espressos every morning, even though I'm supposed to be cooling down after a hard night's work, not revving myself back up. But I can't help it. It smells and tastes so good. I consider it a just reward after a night in the office.
But, hey, people have after-dinner coffees in the evening, don't they? Is it really that dumb to have one single espresso two to three hours before I plan to sleep?
There's no escaping the fact, cependant, that my Friday espresso has evolved into a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday espresso as well. If that's not a sign of addiction, dear reader, I'm at a loss to say what is.