I can’t even begin to tell you how horrible today has been. Ketchup in the hair (don’t ask) was one of the nicer things that went wrong. Home from a late meeting now, and brewed up a pot of this. It’s low caffeine and tasty and comforting. When I finish this pot I think I’ll go suck my thumb for a while and rub the edge of my blankie over my cheek. "Cause I’m a grown up, dammit.
I hope tomorrow is better.
Thanks! The kitty is better. The weather is lovely. I have lots of nummy tea. Things could be worse!
I’m sorry yesterday was so crummy, and I hope your day has already started out a lot better today.