In Which Gail Tests Her Ability to Go Without

Well, my month without tea was an unqualified success and I feel strangely victorious as a result.

Why would you do such a abusive thing to yourself, Ms. Carriger?

Well, Gentle Reader, you might well ask.

Firstly, you may note that I chose February for the month sans tea as it is the shortest month in the year. (I still don’t get this, why not borrow a day from January and one from March? It’s so untidy.) January I went without added/processed sugar and March will be without cheese (I thought about going without dairy but then couldn’t stand the very idea).

These are all things I find I eat or drink a lot of, so I thought it might be good for me to see if I could just cut them down for a while. Partly for health reasons, and partly as a personality test. The hallmark of a true control freak is when she attempts to control herself as well as her environment, friends, and perfect strangers.

Let me just state, shamefully, and for the record, that I was pretty much a failure at sugar. I managed about three weeks before a birthday derailed me and I never quite made it back. I do love me my sweets. And I’m not one of the chocoholic females either. Although I do love the lowly cocoa, I am also a fruit addict, so my idea of heaven is lemon fool, or raspberry and chocolate mousse, or the perfect French style passion fruit macaroon.

But back to the tea. I managed the whole month with only a few small sips at the beginning to allay the resulting withdrawal headache, and a small cup near the end as life just got rather insane and I needed the boost. But now I am happily back to indulging in my favorite beverage, although I have decided to be a gentlewoman about it and stick to one bag a day, in a proper cup and saucer, none of that mug nonsense.

I did miss the ritual of it the most, and the way it brightened the afternoon’s long push to finish the word count, so I am delighted to have it back. But it wasn’t as torturous as no sugar. I didn’t realize how heavily I was relying in treats to bribe myself into completing my word count. Truly, I am a simple creature at heart.

Gail’s Daily Dose
Your Tisane of Smart:
Oo, cordless iron!
Your Writerly Tinctures:
Oh, look, Real Simple magazine has an online book club. You could write a review that ends up in print! How full circle of them.

Quote of the Day:
Featured in Buchanan’s 1935 comedy film, “Come Out Of The Pantry”
(Goodhart / Hoffman / Sigler)
Jack Buchanan

Every nation in creation has its favourite drink
France is famous for its wine, it’s beer in Germany
Turkey has its coffee and they serve it blacker than ink
Russians go for vodka and England loves its tea

Oh, the factories may be roaring
With a boom-a-lacka, zoom-a-lacka, wee
But there isn’t any roar when the clock strikes four
Everything stops for tea

Oh, a lawyer in the courtroom
In the middle of an alimony plea
Has to stop and help ’em pour when the clock strikes four
Everything stops for tea

It’s a very good English custom
Though the weather be cold or hot
When you need a little pick-up, you’ll find a little tea cup
Will always hit the spot

You remember Cleopatra
Had a date to meet Mark Anthony at three
When he came an hour late she said “You’ll have to wait”
For everything stops for tea

Oh, they may be playing football
And the crowd is yelling “Kill the referee!”
But no matter what the score, when the clock strikes four
Everything stops for tea

Oh, the golfer may be golfing
And is just about to make a hole-in-three
But it always gets them sore when the clock yells “four!”
Everything stops for tea

It’s a very good English custom
And a stimulant for the brain
When you feel a little weary, a cup’ll make you cheery
And it’s cheaper than champagne

Now I know just why Franz Schubert
Didn’t finish his unfinished symphony
He might have written more but the clock struck four
And everything stops for tea

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