I used to riducule those who "needed" their morning coffee, Coke, etc. as being weak. I prided myself in being caffeine-free for several years, rarely imbibing even a regular Diet Coke. And then my friend Eleanor stayed with us for a week. You see, my dear friend Eleanor worked at Starbucks for several years. At least seven, I believe. And when she and her wonderful son Eli stayed with us for a week while her husband Jon was driving their personal belongings across the country, she made a pot of joe or two. And despite the shortcomings of our free-with-your-no-risk-membership coffee makers, she made a pretty good cup. So after she left town, I enjoyed the occasional cup of half-caf. Never as good as Eleanor's, but I began working out the right amounts of grounds vs. water. It's come along well. Now, I don't "need" my coffee each morning. But I really really enjoy it. It makes me happy. It gives me tingles in places no drink should. I have a vice. I'm admitting it.