>In my life I have had things of comfort- tea, books, writing, warm baths. I still have my books and my writing, but I have lost my warm baths. I do have a tub- but it does not compare to the tubs I have had- so I do not succumb to the tub that I have.
Tonight in the cold and the big belly I see from eating too much chocolate- I have my tea. I have enjoyed tea since I was a little girl.
Tea means I need time for myself. Tea means all is well. Tea means I chose it over chocolate. Tonight tea means I am tired. I need rest. I am crabby and I am cold and I need something warm to soothe me. Tea also means I have nothing else to write about but tea. That is how tired I am- but I am committed to my blog- two days absent is quite enough. So tea it is. Maybe tomorrow will be better.