It was freaking fabulous. I may go on a honey-ginger-lemon tea diet. Supplemented by the banana bread I've just been forced to make, because there was a fruit fly hanging out on my bananas. I hate fruit flies. They do not have them in the land of my people.
(the OTHER land of my people. alaska. the land i was born in. not my ancestral land, where they clearly have fruit flies.)
I have so many things I should be doing. Instead, I'm going to make an attempt at the dishes, then go have some more tea and stare at the words in a book or at a movie until consciousness eludes me. Or until Young Indiana awakens from his nap, which is more likely to happen first.
* echinacea. i can't spell it, much less pronounce it, and cannot convince my brain that chinchillas are not involved.