I love the rain. Intensely. Perhaps because I've known very little of it as a fifteen-year resident of California, perhaps because there's nothing I love more than a good excuse to hide indoors with books, music, movies, and warm afghans. But unfortunately I haven't had a ton of opportunity to cuddle up with media during this first fall storm -- with the exceptions of pre and post-AIDS Walk (the walk itself was thankfully dry), during all of the other deluges I've been working or at work. So drinking tea while the clouds outside amass is the best alternative I can come up with.
Presented with the kitchen's options yesterday, I chose Red Zinger Herb Tea because of that one joke in that one Angel episode (that tea was actually Orange Zinger, but we only have Red Zinger here, and look, this is just the way my brain works, okay?). So I'm now addicted. So tasty and crisp and WARM in these cold dim offices.
So I shall now stare outside at the moody grey skies, thinking about the X-Men comic and the fantasy novel waiting for me at home, as my second cup of tea brews.