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Today actually started out quite wonderfully, and to its credit, only one bad thing happened.
I woke up with all sorts of tea-related intentions. I’d saved my tea leaves from the first steep of my Taiwanese wild mountain black from yesterday, and intended on having a second steep for breakfast, but that was not to be had, as my fiance needed me to rush out to the grocery store to get some sugar for the broccoli salad he was making. By the time I got back, our friends were about to arrive for the picnic we’d planned, so there went that idea. I popped into the bathroom for a much-needed pee break, slid down my jeans (don’t worry, that’s as x-rated as this gets) and heard a splashing plop as something fell into the toilet. I lazily wondered what it could possibly be, and began to inwardly curse whoever had left something on the back of the toilet that was obviously too close to the edge.
Then the realization set in. It was my IPhone. It had fallen out of my back pocket, where I had stupidly, idiotically placed it minutes earlier. Needless to say, I’m never going to do that again. I dove into the toilet, scooped it up, and began to frantically wipe it off and flap it all over the place. Voiceover (the text to speech software on all Apple products that make them accessible to blind people) was still talking, but the sound was incredibly muffled and crackly, and my heart sank further still. There’s a dread in this world that only came to fruition when people started dropping phones into toilets or puddles or bath tubs or what have you. it was like, a legitimately diagnosable condition.
Anyway, it’s now submerged in a bag of rice, as the powers that be suggest that’s the best way to drain all the water from the inside. I have very little hope, but we shall see. I know I don’t need to tell you guys just how much I depend on my phone.

So I made myself a cup of this tea (using the perfectea maker by Teavana that I picked up on Friday!), and it succeeded in lifting my spirits right up. it’s such a light-hearted, lovely-tasting tea; it’s sort of like owning a pair of lime green pants—how could you possibly feel feelings of sadness when looking at them? It tasted as perfect as always, and it’s absolutely 100% a tea I’m going to keep in my life for as long as possible. I’m also excited because it’s a white, which means I’ll probably be safe drinking it in the evenings or at night (does anyone know if there’s much caffeine in it?). As usual, I had my splash of cream and some rock sugar.
Anyway folks, there’s my story. A bit of heartbreak for sure, but also a wonderful, uplifting cup of fairy tea and my spirits are comforted. Oh, and we also upgraded to a queen-sized bed, complete with one of those memory foam mattress toppers, so we’ll probably have a great night’s sleep as well (and I perhaps may not wake up with an elbow in my face and a leg haphazardly flung over, like, my ear).
Woohoo!!