In case you were wondering, lack of coffee has not killed me (yet). And on an even more positive note: I have not yet killed anyone else either. I had a lovely pot of English Breakfast tea this morning, while the siren song of the coffee brewing for the Man of the House called out to me. As I left the house, my travel mug was full of chamomile. It wasn't bad. It also wasn't coffee.
However, I'm only this far into day one, and I have learned a couple of important lessons.
Lesson One: Never, ever... seriously I mean NEVER... start a coffee detox on the morning you have to get up extra early to go do mind-numbing volunteer work. Seriously, if there was ever a task that needed a caffeine jolt it is stuffing info/goodie bags and rolling forks into napkins before 9am.
Lesson Two: On the first day of your coffee detox, do not under any circumstances make a run into the grocery store with the Starbucks counter right at the entrance.
Right now I have a nagging thumping behind my left eyebrow. I'm starting to feel extremely run down and tired. And my shoulders are getting tight. I believe this is a signal to sit down and have another cup of tea. Something caffeinated.