Peppermint

Morning:
Tummy all a-jumble through the nite.

Ok, the #!*-ing water for tea in the lobby smells like coffee, like it was brewed in a coffee pot or kept in a thermos that had been used for coffee. Oh! The Humanity! Must make plans to move to the Continent. Resorted to throwing a tea bag into a bottled water. I feel like a jonesin’ heroin addict.

Off to take Mum to brunch at Café Soleil and then whisking her to Beantown. Café Soleil is actually Café Sano at Living Earth, the baby Wholefoods we found. But we decided Café Soleil is what all the little veggie restaurants ought to be called.

Evening:
Back from Beantwon. Almost 5 hours getting Mum checked it. All is well and on track. VERY tired, stressy. Another headache. At Starbucks for a peppermint tea, a little evening work for D and email.

Let me just say, peppermint tea is yet another one of Life’s wondrous delights. Firstly it is the brewing. Today it is just 2 peppermint tea bags in a steamy Starbuck’s cup. Not the worse, certainly, but if it is brewed from heaps of loose leaf peppermint in boiling spring water and steeped for 15 minutes, it is an ebony, dreamy elixir. Just holding this toasty cup in my hands and inhaling the luscious vapors, not only soothes my stressed and aching forehead, but I breathe in all that is good in the world.

Off to a glass of wine and quiet dinner with D.