tea, revisited
for the past week, i've felt an almost physical itch to write -- to untangle these wisps of thought that dance around my head. but sometimes they're so wispy they almost vanish before i can pin them down, and most of them probably aren't interesting to anyone but myself, and i can't decide which to write about first, so in the end i just read other people's blogs or Facebook statuses and then Elizabeth needs to nurse again. today, though, i'm determined to put some of them down on paper and then hopefully they won't keep chasing their tails around and around in my brain. so, here's the first: recently, i've rediscovered tea. i went through a phase in college of drinking Lady Grey tea in the afternoons and feeling quite polished when i did so. i had a whole gallon Ziploc bag full of individual tea bags, and would boil water in my little white hot pot which was probably against all dorm living rules. when i was sick there was Throat Coat; when it was