My brain often gives me subtle clues that it needs more coffee. It did so this morning in a way indirectly related to the coffee I had in my hand.
I have a reusable cup sleeve that has a very convenient pocket on the front that is just the right size to hold a bus ticket. As I was transferring my cup from hand to hand so that I could grab my phone, I noticed that my bus ticket was missing.
I immediately experienced a flash of panic tempered with irritation. I had a mental image of my bus ticket lying on the ground someplace, waiting for some random, undeserving person to pick it up and repurpose it for their own nefarious needs
Somewhere in this muddled slurry of my mental processes it registered in my brain that my present situation might actually have some bearing on my missing bus ticket. The reason I had been transferring my coffee to my other hand and reaching for my phone was because I had just seated myself on the bus.
And that is when I concluded that I really need this coffee.