I have written a lot about caffeine. I have been horribly addicted. I have tried to find outs, but I’ve always been sucked back in to that artificial high. My addiction started at age nine when my mother gave me a triple-shot of gross Taster’s Choice instant coffee to help give me that “oomph” to shovel a basketball court-sized driveway after a Nebraska-sized blizzard. I remember getting that first, tingly, caffeine high — and the elevation it caused in my mind — and I chased repeating that dragon for decades.