These are my aunt’s horses. They have nothing to do with this post. I just thought you’d like them.
Some days I drink my fancy tea. I fill kettles and use teapots and it’s all relaxed and lovely and warm and soothing.
Other days I just need tea- now – and I go for a mug of Lipton.
Step one: Get mug out of cupboard.
Step two: Fill with water.
Step three: Microwave mug with water.
Step four: Add tea bag.
Step Five: Drink.
That’s it, five steps and rarely a morning goes by where I don’t forget my tea at one of them.
Mid-morning I find my empty mug on the counter.
I find mugs with lukewarm water both in the microwave and on the counter.
Tea bags are left unopened sitting by the sink.
And, most pathetically, I find tea, ready to drink, sitting untouched and wonder what is wrong with my brain in the morning that I can not focus through a very simple five step process.
Meanwhile I’m stumbling through my morning, hating life (like I do before 8 AM, 9 AM, 10 AM!?) wondering why I can’t get the fuzz out of my brain and get going.
It’s pathetic.
This morning I sunk to new depths and discovered a new and terrible way to ruin my cup of tea.
Running late, I was gulping my tea every time I passed through the kitchen getting ready. During one fly by as I was talking with John I grabbed my cup, gulped and as he causally mentioned that I was drinking his coffee, was already spitting it back out.
I don’t do coffee.
I quickly drank my tea – it tasted like coffee.
I headed out the door with a glass of water – it tasted like coffee.
I drank a Diet Coke – it helped.
It took a delicious lunch made by a friend and a second Diet Coke to finally scour the coffee flavor from the back of my throat.
Tomorrow I’m hoping that I do forget to drink my tea, at least until John is done with his coffee!
