i'm not sure what i want to write this evening.
i thought i might find inspiration in a cup of rooibos but all that is doing is telling my body that i need sleep.
come to think of it, i could write a whole blog post on how much i love tea. but i won't. although, it is good to know that when i am in dire need of something to blog about, there will always be hope within the teacup.
so for now: nothing of inspiration is creeping into my currently dull mind so i cannot leave you with anything to cogitate about.
perhaps i will just stick to ceylon.