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Thank goodness it’s Friday. I rolled out of bed, went to the kitchen to pour my tea (bless whomever thought of/invented/perfected the One-Touch), and stood staring at the cup for a bit. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember what tea I had put in last night to have this morning. Couldn’t do it.

Upon sipping, I remembered. And I also remembered telling myself that I didn’t like this tea as my first morning cuppa because of its sweetness. It’s fairly tasty, not my favorite, but won’t linger in my cabinet for years, either. I just really can’t handle being slammed by this much sweet first thing in the morning.