Coffee sleeve

I try to do my part. Recycle, reuse, donate. Make more and buy less. Walk more. Compost. Nothing too crazy, nothing too special, but I try to participate, and love that my city does too. I also try to save my back and shoulders, and now avoid carrying a huge purse, the Mary Poppins kind, with everything in it. One problem though, I systematically underestimate my need for coffee. It's shocking, I should know better, but quite often, I find myself with the need, or at least the strong desire for a delicious cuppa latte. I feel bad for the to-go cups I use, although I recycle them. So most often I at least skip the sleeve, and instead enjoy the warmth the hot coffee provides to my hands through the paper. If you've met me, you know that I'm almost always cold, so this is amazing. On warmer days though, the heat of the coffee feels more like a burning sensation, straight through that once lovely cup, and I try to walk, sip and wiggle my fingers all at the same time. It doesn't usually end well.