I start my day with a cup of tea. To be truthful, I’m usually on my third cup of tea before I’m awake enough to know where I am and to continue the day. When the kids were younger, they knew better than to speak to me before I had a Tetley. We even had a back up plan if something was to happen before my second cup. They were to leave the house and stand by the tree out front until the flood, fire, earthquakes or whatever calamity subsided or I had enough tea into me to make sense of the situation.
On the weekend, my DH serves me tea in bed. He doesn’t make eye contact, he doesn’t speak. He simply leaves the hot, perfectly poured cup on tea on the night table, and backs out of the room, with kitty following close behind.
Today however did not start with a cup of tea. I had to fast for 10 hours before going for blood work. The tea kettle was labeled with stickers NO!!!! Blood work day! (Note to self, next time, pack my lunch the night before) Between the no tea and no food rule, it was mighty tense in my kitchen dark and early. Luckily I had no one to argue with but myself.
I dislike needles as much as the next guy so I amuse myself by reading whatever magazine is available in the waiting room, looking for new recipes to try. Nothing annoys me more than the morons who pull the pages out of the magazines, leaving it for the next unsuspecting recipe seeker. They should do the decent thing and do what I do, walk out with the magazine.
My DH is convinced I’m going straight to hell for thieving magazines from the clinics and doctor’s offices. As long as I can get a decent cup of Tetley’s in hell, I won’t mind.
After all the water temperature should be perfect.