Tomorrow morning is going to be rather brisk. (Shut up, yankees - 28 counts as cold in Georgia.) I'm running from whistling tea kettle at home - to Starbucks - to Atlanta Bread Company - to another Starbucks - then back home. I plan to enjoy hot beverages at each stop. Hot tea with honey, until the last Starbucks. Then, I'll be getting something made with whole milk, extra shots of espresso, and maybe even cinnamon syrup. Hell, I might have them steam up half & half. I need some extra body fat, to get through the next two months.
Isn't that a lot of hot sloshy liquid?
I buy the kid size cups at the first two stops. Over the course of 1-1/2-2 hours, it doesn't add up to more than I'd have in my sports bottle of water.
The only larger drink is the one I buy for that last 1/2 mile home. And I walk from there.
That being said, I'm being a wimp again this morning. It's beautiful outside, I'm dressed, and I'm not going out yet. Too cold.