1st World Problems
In Berkeley we went to a fancy tea place and I have entered an unparalleled vortex of tea obsession. This morning I made myself a pot of rose black, and then one of lemon green. Then I went out to lunch with Kathy and had a cup of green with my sushi. When I came home, it was high time for a pot of White Down. Now I am sipping and typing and nibbling lavender chocolate and trying not to think about my vacation being nearly over.
I want it to be dark and rainy outside so that I can curl up on the couch and read or knit and drink pot after pot of tea. Enough of this sunny 88 degree nonsense. I’m so over it. I want the gloom and the cold. I want to ride my bike in the rain to a yoga class and then come home to a warm fire and fresh bread and soup on the table. I want it now.