Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Maybe I should drink coffee.

I don't usually look into my teacup. I don't know why I did Saturday. I wish I hadn't.

I glanced into my teacup Saturday, and the tea leaves had decided to talk to me. This is clearly the letter D, isn't it?

Right. D is my first initial. D is also my last initial. D is the initial of my older sister, and the initial of my younger sister, and my mother's initial, and my inlaws', and... I really don't want my tea leaves spelling things.

In general, I don't believe in the practice of reading tea leaves, except in the case when the tea leaves are obviously meant to be read because they are made up of letters of the alphabet. I wasn't sure what the message was supposed to be. I asked my husband.

"That looks like a teardrop," he said.

"So the tea leaves are crying? That's not better than a D."

Actually, I don't know if it's better than a D or not. I've decided not to Google. Dr. Google diagnoses me with terminal conditions regularly. I do not want to find out what Swami Google has to say.

I think tonight I'll have hot chocolate.

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