Trying to find an accurate descriptor for the week that doesn’t make me sound like the Queen of Hyperbole. It’s just been rough, personally, physically, and professionally: like your soul’s been dragged across a cheese grater. (No, that’s not adjectivally excessive at all.)
So there was nothing more appropriate to start bandaging the bruises at quittin’ time than a long, strong (8 minutes) steep of tulsi made gentler with a generous wad of homegrown lemon verbena (courtesy of k s). Coupled with a lap cat that makes paw circles in the air when you scratch in the magic spot, the acid adrenalin is starting to subside a little.
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I’m sorry that your week has been so hyperbole inducing. I hope this weekend, and regular infusions of tea, will help.
Thank you for the kind thoughts! (No exaggerations there.)
:)
Oh GG, I understand. I felt like someone physically beat me after last week! This week I felt I was only smacked around a little. Much love and sympathy :)
Tazo and me are glad we could help begin the cleansing and hopeful de-shredding.
I’m sorry that your week has been so hyperbole inducing. I hope this weekend, and regular infusions of tea, will help.
Thank you for the kind thoughts! (No exaggerations there.)
:)
Oh GG, I understand. I felt like someone physically beat me after last week! This week I felt I was only smacked around a little. Much love and sympathy :)
Tazo and me are glad we could help begin the cleansing and hopeful de-shredding.