Though this one hasn’t my preferred level of clout, it gets props for “impossible to ruin.” Insomnia, weird dreams (chased by the Chinese mafia because I had two of their miniature dogs, deceased, in matchboxes), and some unsettled fretting about elder care had me up at 4:15 a.m.
Made this just to have a warm mug to clutch, left the bag in; too tired to get up and dispose. Fell asleep in the recliner and 2 hours later, bag in, it was still drinkable.
