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This week I’m loving my two tea bagged mugs of tea first thing in the morning.

The end of the year is fast approaching and with it comes both the party season but also the tying up of loose ends season.  One or the other is exhausting but simultaneously?  With the added complexity of the school year finishing way earlier than the working world does before Christmas thrown in for free?  It’s the kind of ‘but wait there’s more…’ you don’t really want to be receiving.

Which is why I love, nay need. my two tea bagged mug of tea first thing in the morning. 

I love the soothing richness of those first few sips (with just over a dash of milk) which I sip at the kitchen bench as I mentally run through all (dramatic eye roll) I need to get through over the rest of the day.  The sun eventually rises, the birds begin to chirp and the first of the cars hit the streets.

I get to the bottom of the mug.  It always feels far too soon.

The mug gets rinsed and popped into the dishwasher.  I turn back to the real world, ready as I’ll ever be for whatever it’s going to throw at me.