I started off the day with a random, reaaaally old bag of White Peony that no one was quite sure they wanted to drink… it turned out far more pleasant than I expected, although I did find it to have a very strong raisin-y note that no one else seemed to notice…
My dad’s coming back into town today, and I must admit I’m feeling a little anxious. Historically, we haven’t exactly had the most pleasant interactions… I’m drinking a green tea with hibiscus that my grandmother brought over from Russia, and it’s doing nothing to calm me down, but it did go fantastically well with the lemongrass and black pepper chocolate we got from the jazz festival, so I guess that’s the little spot of joy that I’ll hang on to for now.
