The day formerly known as "Hump Day"

About a year ago, I was dating this guy who lived about 50 minutes from me. I went to him on the weekends, and he came to me during the week, usually on Wednesdays. I've always hated the term "Hump Day," but since that was usually our date-day, "Hump Day" became a term of endearment, largely because it was an accurate description of our activities. Since we broke up, I've gone back to my hatred of the term.

That was just a little FYI and has basically no relevance on my sweet and sour ratings for the morning.

SWEET: Sarah is going off to grad school tomorrow for the last time. Then she'll graduate, and I will call her "Doctor," even though I don't think that's technically the case.

SWEET: The weather! Sitting on the balcony (to access the Internet, of course) and NOT sweating my ass off. Sleeping with the windows open. Waking up in the middle of the night and being chilly.

SOUR: Arriving at work before the newspaper. Starting my day sans Dilbert is tough.

SWEET: Thank God for the desk calendar my sister gave me for Christmas.

SOUR: Going straight to the breakroom for coffee, only to discover that not only is the coffee not made, but it is not present! As in, we are OUT OF COFFEE. There is general mayhem as people come in the breakroom expecting their cheap, tar-like coffee fix only to find me there, holding the coffee filter with a blank look on my face. We are all forced to go to the in-office restaurant, stand in line for 20 minutes and pay out the ass for the good coffee.

SWEET: The good coffee. Even though it costs more, it's so damn good. (Also making an appearance is the AP Stylebook. Just because I love it.)