Yoga girl and Peets coffee

My wife of 27yrs, henceforth dubbed 'the wife', is my best friend and love. Recently she graduated from a year long program to teach yoga which has changed her life profoundly. That's why I call her yoga girl.
This fine day she is teaching a class that has several of the local 'stars of yoga' because of the respect and love they have for her. BUT preparing for this class with the knowledge of who's in attendance kept her up going over & over & over the routine until daybreak.Because of her nocturnal focus today's brew would have to be the Black hole of caffeine. It never went blond as my normal jolt is preferred.
I started drinking coffee at Peets in the late 70's the one located just down the street from the Clairemont Hotel in Berkeley. Back then most people drank coffee shop stuff, thin and brown like tea water. Peets on the other hand introduced me to what a human knew to be intrinsically true but never experienced until then ...REAL caffeine and flavor and did I mention caffeine? I digress.
The wife's normal brew is strong so I take it blond to get a fix but leave the 'motor mouth syndrome' for some one else. There was no escaping the 'MMS' today, no sir! I've seen gear grease that is more viscus. But being an intrepid husband and a faithful friend I drank half a cup and listened to 'the wife's' fears of teaching teachers.
I know she'll do great, shes just built that way. Four hours ago I had my cup of Peets and I think my feet just touched the ground.