"Ah, a cuppa tea....hold the cup."

The smartest thing that I've done is to bring my little tea pot with me. Being able to wake up and have a cup of tea before work sets the mood for the day. I'm not a "don't talk to me before my coffee" kind of guy, I just enjoy my morning tea. Many advantages to being a tea drinker. One; you just need hot water. No coffee makers, or espresso machines. A microwave will do.  Two: hard to screw up a cup of tea. It can be done, but rarely. Coffee drinkers are whiners. Too weak, too strong, where's Starbucks? Where's Pete's? blah blah blah. We tea drinkers have our tea bags and we're set. For me, all I need is a little milk and a little sugar. OK, a lot of sugar. And not cream. Cream is for coffee. Trying to convince waitresses of this is a hassle. Usually we have to settle for half and half and a Folgers tea bag. But we tea drinkers don't complain. Except for the time that I was charged 75 cents for a glass of milk that I used 5cc's of. Just wanted a little milk for my tea. And the water has to be hot. It's a coffee drinkers world, I just live in it.
Living in a 10 by 10 box presents it's challenges. Now that I moved the bureau and pushed the chair into the corner, it's like having a new room. Except that yesterday the door fell off and almost killed me. "Closet door attack....closet door attack." No worries, just lean it up against the wall. I constantly knock stuff off of the huge desk in my room. It lands either on the floor or, most often, in my little trash can. This morning I woke up, turned on the tea pot, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and went to put my tea bag in my little blue plastic cup. Except no joy. Hmmm? Looked under the desk. Nope. Looked under the bed, no. Looked in the trash can. Nope. So off to the big trash can I went and sure enough I found it. After the second look. With a flashlight. Knocked it into the trash can, then emptied that trash can into the big one. Now, most people would just write it off and go buy another one. Not me. For one, I'm cheap. Two- I want my tea, and Three, buying a new cup requires going to all of the PX's looking for one. Instead, I padded into the bathroom, turned on our super hot water and washed it out with hand soap. Clean as a whistle. Now to add teabags and hot water from the kettle.
Drinking tea takes dedication, laddie .