Eric and I happened to be out shopping around lunchtime on Saturday and decided to stop at the mall food court to eat. For the first time, I think, in my adult life I chose lemonade to drink because it sounded good. Halfway through our meal I realized that I’m no longer making choices based on my next caffeine fix. I don’t have to plan ahead to make sure I can prevent the headache or crash. I can’t help wondering, though, if caffeine addiction is like alcoholism. Will I ever be able to enjoy a cappuccino again, or am I doomed to stand outside Starbucks breathing deeply for the rest of my life?