Dinosaurs first:
Well, that was a surprise. One thousand five hundred new words between Jen Sin and the Uncle.
I have tasted the Hiberian Breakfast tea, and it was pleasant; a step up in whatever it is I seek in tea from the standard Irish Breakfast.
I then had a cup of Scottish Morn, which — may not have been wise. That’s — yeah. Quite a cup of tea. I’ll give it a chance on its own in a couple of days. Might be I’ll have to put milk in it, something I never thought I’d be doing.
Dental appointment at 1 pm, after, and depending on the state of the predicted “rain and snow,” I have a couple of errands, including the grocery, then back home and I’ll see where I am about what. It might be Enola Holmes tonight. I didn’t watch anything last night in favor of reading an article about old people “embracing” the single living lifestyle, which was — ultimately unenlightening. The article affected some astonishment regarding the fact that widowed men are more likely to remarry than widowed women. Which I find Not Surprising At All, though I have friends both male and female who have remarried after losing a spouse.
USPS would like me to believe that I am getting two deliveries from itself today. I will be surprised if that happens.
And I think that’s all the news from here. The cats all trooped back to Steve’s office with me this morning, took up their comfy spots, and I think that’s where they all still are.
I think that’s it for me. What’s it for you?
I do add the merest skosh of half and half to my Scottish blend, plus a scant teaspoon of raw honey. While I can still have my morning coffee, this is a pleasant afternoon pick-me-up that I had not looked for, and would not have, were it not for you. So thank you!