Morning Tea

Most people have rituals. Sometimes we have them because they bring us comfort. Sometimes it's because they keep us from forgetting to do things. And sometimes it's because we can't function well all before we've had our morning tea.

I admit it. I've been spoiled. For the past twenty-seven years of wedded bliss (and even when we were snarking at each other which shows you what a truly wonderful person he is) BigTea has nobly provided me with a hot cup of tea every morning when I was too bleary eyed to do much more than grunt. But all that has changed. Slowly over the last few years, I've been getting up earlier and he's been getting up later.

So, I've been spending the first hour or two after waking, pointing and clicking my way through my email and the blogosphere, patiently waiting for my tea to arrive. Well, perhaps sometimes not so patiently.

Then one recent morning, I posted on a friend's blog that I was waiting for the Teamaker to arise and she had the temerity to say . . .

Gina, you know, you can always boil your own water
...just sayin'.

Well, of course I almost perished just from the thought of it. Boil water. Me?

And it's not as if making tea was as simple as boiling water. Not at all! It requires the right amount of steeping, the exact amount of sugar, and milk. Why the whole process is fraught with potential failure for someone who can't function until after they've had tea.

But lately I've been getting desperate. And desperate people do desperate things.

Bottom's up.