brewing

This is a start. 

In the afternoon I drank tea. Really, really good 铁观音 from high on a bedroom shelf in Sam's house. His mom insisted on sending it home with me a few weeks ago  when she found out I liked it. After this incredible search to find the right stuff. She climbed up on the ladder and pulled out all the boxes. Fancy gifts in fancy oversized packaging, tea and alcohol and who knows what else, all of it looking appropriately expensive cradled in the red and gold fabrics. Five minutes in, I found she and the aiyi in the unused bedroom juggling boxes. I instinctively jumped to catch the one that fell to the floor, and made a few attempts to dissuade them from the trouble . . . but in the end I left them there because I could see that's what she wanted.

Then coffee with Johnson at SPR so we could go over his IVEP application.

These are probably the reasons that I'm still wide awake at 3, surfing baking websites and trying to keep a promise.