I have been stressed out of my mind for the past week or so. It’s starting to really affect me, too. Yesterday, I opened the back door right into my face. BAM! Big old goose-egg lump on my temple. The door was a bit sticky, too, so I really had to pull hard. You’d think I’d move my face out of the way, but no, I didn’t. And earlier, I had opened the medicine cabinet door into the side of my nose. Nice! And you’ve already heard about me ordering tickets for the wrong night. I’m not confessing anything else.
So last week, discovering that I was *gasp* out of good tea, I placed an emergency order to Porto Rico Importing Company, my ultimate tea source. I ordered 1/4 lb of my VERY FAVORITE BEST TEA EVER, the sublime Vintage Himalaya Darjeeling. If tea could be gold and purple and smell like hot wet stones after rain in an herb garden, and remind one of grapes and fall leaves and make one want to cry because it’s just so lovely, it is this tea. Absolutely divine. At $22 per pound, it had better be that good! And it is. I buy it a 1/4 pound at a time and save it for when I really need my tea fix. I ordered two other teas as well, as my ordinary every day teas. They are really good too. The first is called Golden Yunnan, and it is indeed golden and smooth and fragrant. The other is Golden Nepal, which is a Darjeeling blend. It’s rather smoky, which I love, like the dark side of Darjeeling.
So this morning, I’m guzzling my Vintage Himalaya, knowing full well that drinking an entire pot will give me the caffeine shakes later on. I don’t care; it’s worth it today. Hey, at least I’m not plying myself with liquor or potato chips. Or daytime tv. It could be worse.
I always feel rich after I get a fresh shipment of tea. gloat gloat gloat. . .