Tea

Earlier this week I made a motherload of iced Earl Grey tea. Above you can see what one serving size, with milk added, looked like on a rock. The back rock.

Ugh. I got up this morning with a certain amount of chutzpa(h?) to go to the library and apply to a million zillion jobs. But I get so easily waylaid and bogged down. I've applied for two jobs. Neither of which is really an exciting possibility nor filled with much probability of coming true. Sigh.