That's my Lenten sacrifice.
I wasn't even going to make a Lenten sacrifice at first, since I feel there are few enough pleasures in my life already. But then, last Sunday, it occurred to me that I'm always yapping on about special times and special places, and about tradition, so how can I fail to mark Lent in the traditional manner?
The few people I've told about my Lenten sacrifice have been most amused by it, expressing the view that it's not exactly challenging.
My response to that is twofold:
1) Yes it is. It's heroic! I'm already "gasping" for a cup of tea, as we say in Ireland.
2) Embracing this derision is part of my Lenten sacrifice. "Humble our sinful pride", etc.
One of my earliest posts on this blog was a rhapsody on tea. I wince a little at its debt to John D. Sheridan now, but maybe I was "finding my voice" as a blogger back then!
So I insist that giving up tea for Lent is a BIG DEAL, whatever anyone else says.