tea

something about the day was heavy and sluggish. my yoke is rubbing me raw. i even sleep with it on now, sores under my hide, hiding. it's no use. i woke wrong. i was in the throws of some other world, bounding through my subconscious and then, plucked before i was ripe and eaten by this new world. yes, it's friday and yes, i expected this, the work, the 6:30 am alarm, but expectation does not always match the result. i had landed on the wrong foot. so, what? deal with it.

so i went to work. things were slow. tensions were high. you didn't need to be a psychic to read the signs. i don't like unstable environments. so, what? deal with it. i returned the promise i had made to a school teacher. it wasn't working for me, i'm sorry. don't bother with in store credit, i don't want anything here. and forget the refund. don't need it anyhow.

back home, the stone bled. a strange place to be lapping up what was owed. and by now, i'm really quite exhausted. then a letter and a bag of tea. kava stress relief. how did you know? how very synchronous! i stare amazed, the ravages of the day's troubles breaking out into chilly air like steam. i steep the tea, sit and sip away the struggle. the tag reads "always be pure, simple and honest". i smile and exhale.