My first impulse when company comes is to turn the kettle on as I offer a cup to my guests. The lighting of the tea kettle is also the first step to any* crisis situation. Tea is my rock, my friend, my life companion.
I also love coffee. I love coffee in a more desperate, get this coursing through my veins kind of way. This may sound like an addiction. I admit to times of abuse but I have it under control presently. I limit myself to around 16 ounces a day. I can get through the day without it.
If I do start to get twitchy there is always my tea, patient and kind, to make everything alright.
*birth, death, illness, car, school, family, work, home, friends, etc.