I am writing. No, not now, not the blog. Bad blog. Bad procrastinating bloggy blog.
I am writing a conference paper for a conference in Oxford, England in September. I don’t have much written. As I plod along and organize thoughts and paste in references, it occurs to me: I need a cup of tea. A big mug of hot, strong, darkly brewed, black tea is what propels me through writing. Evening writing can occasionally limp along with herbal brews, but right now I need a cup of tea.
It is the wrong season for a cup of hot black tea. Oh well. You can’t fight your destiny.