Backlog from last night.
Boy, did I need this one last night. My husband, who is in basic training at the moment, called me at 8:50… and I missed the call, by mere nanoseconds. I knew it had to be a business call, because it was so late, but I thought he’d at least try again, or leave a voicemail. He did neither, because (I heard later) he had someone standing over him, and he only had about 90 seconds to get a family member on the phone and relay some information. He managed to get his mom, and she called me to tell me what he said… but I was still pretty bummed that I’d missed him. My bestie, who is a very empathetic person, bless her, saw how sad I was, and without saying anything, began to brew a potful of this tea. We had a good long chat over tea, and I felt better, but I later regretted drinking two cups of black tea so late at night. We went to bed around 11. When 1:45 rolled around, I was still lying there, unable to fall asleep, my mind blazing along from one train of thought to the next. I was still glad to have had it. It just sucked that it kept me up.
