Chantico.... Whoever named it, did a good job. Chantico....

Starbucks offers many beverages. Coffee, espresso, hot chocolate, tea, coffee-free milk drinks, and no doubt others. I go to the one by my office once a day, sometimes twice. They know me there. They love me. Today they gave me a free sample of Chantico.

It's a dark, thick nectar, cut with just enough hot water to make it pour. Sweet...but not as sweet as regular hot chocolate. It's creamy and bittersweet on the tongue and the flavor lingers in my mouth.

I'm not even going to speculate on how many calories this stuff may have.

Also? I called my Resident Consultant about my back because it was sort of paining me to an extremely noticeable extent, but she was busy. Happily, when I walked over to Starbucks and I stepped off a curb...pang!...and my back was better!

The R.C. called me back later, though, and although I've already changed the way I sit, she informs me I now have to change the way I sleep. I'd protest...but every time I follow her orders, I feel better. It's very annoying because the orders are (as such orders tend to be) always to stop doing comfy things and do rigid things. Like...no slumping. No crossing my legs. No sitting on the floor.

I'm going to miss sitting for hours, with my legs curled into a complicated knot in the middle of my overstuffed recliner. So far, I haven't made up my mind to get rid of the recliner and buy a chair that actually fits my body, though. I love having a big, cushy chair to wallow in. I love being able to curl my entire body up in it. Even if I'm not allowed to do it, I can think about it.

I love the little hidden bucket in the arm where I can keep a variety of useful things, so I don't have to stand up if I want some lip gloss or a bookmark or something.

And I like wallowing in my big chair.