The last time I ordered the Golden Assam tea I like from McNulty's, I asked them to also send 1/4 pound of the "blended chocolate tea." I just tried a cup, and there's no there there. It's a not very interesting blended black tea, with little or no detectable chocolate. I tried it black, and then added sugar: the sugar made me think vague chcolate thoughts, but I think that was because all the chocolates I eat are sweetened, almost always with sugar. With milk and sugar, it might as well have been Red Rose: drinkable, but no more than that, and weaker than I expected for the amount of tea I used.

I poured that out, put the kettle on again, and am now drinking a cup of my usual Assam. While I drink an occasional cup of spice tea (mostly various "chai spice" teabags), my day-t0-day tea is the Assam, Irish breakfast (sometimes teabags are easier), and various teas in that direction that are the closest that a given restaurant or cafe has. Until I was writing this, it didn't occur to me that I could have made spiced tea instead of plain after giving up on the "chocolate."

I mostly order from McNulty's by phone, rather than going online and possibly looking at the catalog. The phone conversations manage to be both brief and chatty; they have my address and a credit card number on file, and the guy at the store once apologized for not recognizing my voice after I gave my name(!) This time, I'd been looking at their online catalog because someone posted about the chocolate spice tea she liked having been discontinued/replaced with something different under the same name, and I was wondering whether either McNulty's or Porto Rico had an alternative. I didn't think a non-spice chocolate tea would satisfy, but was feeling curious enough to order some.
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( Feb. 8th, 2017 10:35 pm)
We have a new teakettle, which we bought at China Fair (thank you to everyone who mentioned it; despite having been there a couple of times before, neither I nor [livejournal.com profile] cattitude thought of it on our own yesterday).

I'm not sure I like it as well as the one it's replacing, but I'm not sure how much of that is that we'd had the previous one for thirty years and were very used to it. If by some chance I see another of that style, I will probably buy it (it had no label of any sort, and I have no idea if they're still being made, or indeed were made for more than a six-month period back in the 1980s).
redbird: closeup of me drinking tea, in a friend's kitchen (farthing party 2007)
( Aug. 14th, 2014 05:58 pm)
I visited [personal profile] roadnotes (Velma) in the hospital again today. When I got there, they were about to take her downstairs for a CAT scan (to see how/how quickly she's healing after the surgery), so I went and sat in the lobby for a while.

Overall, she seems to be doing better than a couple of days ago, which in turn was better than a few days before that. Soren confirms my feeling that the general trend is upward, if not as rapidly as we might like.

Soren's parents were there for part of my visit. Along with some discussion of matters medical, there was general pleasant conversation about things like the Woodland Park Zoo. Velma can now eat anything she wants/can get people to bring her, including chicken salad (courtesy of Soren's parents) and dark chocolate. (I should call Mark Varsano.)

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It was good to visit Montreal, not just to see [livejournal.com profile] rysmiel, excellent as that was, but for the city itself. I realized soon after arriving that I was soothing homesick parts of myself: walking from the bus to rysmiel's apartment, the air just smelled right. About 90% of that smell was clover, and I'm not sure of the rest—and there's clover out here, too. But Montreal has subway trains, and people handing out free copies of Metro outside the subway stations, and the trees and plants look right. (There are deciduous trees here, too, including my beloved maples, but the mix is different.)

So I figured I might as well indulge that feeling of being back at home, and visit familiar places. I'd have done some of that anyhow, I think, like going back to Au Bulle en Carre for the crepes; I might even have gone to Kam Fung for dim sum by myself on Monday while rysmiel was at work. (Sure, there's less variety than with company, but more variety than in a lot of meals: their excellent sticky rice, a few seafood dumplings, and a stuffed crab claw.) I would have gone to Marche Atwater for fruit and yogurt anyhow, but any other visit I wouldn't have bought apples in July; this time I did, because one shop had the northeastern varieties I like, and a few stored Cortlandt apples (they looked better than the Macintoshes) appealed as much as the berries and champagne grapes and red plums—which I also bought. I eat a lot of fruit this time of year. Rysmiel and I went to Juliet et Chocolat for dessert twice, and I had the chocolate raspberry brownie with a balsamic reduction both times, because it was so good the first time. I may even try to figure out how to make the reduction, which I think would go well with any good chocolate brownie.

What I wasn't homesick for was heat waves, but I got one; Montreal averages cooler than New York City, and I think it was even hotter in New York that weekend, but this was humid and oppressive, and [livejournal.com profile] papersky and rysmiel have no air conditioning. During the worst of it, I was lying flat on a bed, wishing the fan was more effective and thinking "rule 1, stay hydrated," because I didn't have much focus for more than that. Fortunately, the Musee de Beaux Arts is air conditioned, and we'd wanted to see their Chihuly exhibit anyhow.

On the way back from lunch after the museum, we stopped at Camellia Sinensis so I could buy some green Darjeeling tea, which they hadn't had in at least two years. I knew from their website that they had gotten it, but I wanted to at least smell the tea before buying. I have now brewed a cup, and it is good. I don't think I can really compare this Happy Valley green Darjeeling [yes, I know, I didn't name the tea garden] with the Selimbong I got years ago, even though I still have little bit I'd been hoarding, just because of the age difference. On the other hand, I might try brewing a cup of each, rather than just tossing the Selimbong or letting it continue to age in my cupboard.

One morning while rysmiel was at work, before the weather got horrible, I made tea and then sat on the balcony with a book, reading and thinking fondly of sitting out there the previous summer, with [livejournal.com profile] cattitude, papersky, and rysmiel.

some travel details )
As far as I can tell, Caribou Coffee does not carry any sort of plain tea. They have mango and earl grey and spice flavored black teas; they have a citrus-flavored green tea; they have a total of seven entries for "tea" on the menu board, including herbal, but when I asked about unflavored tea I was offered Earl Grey and grumpily explained that it's flavored.

Starbucks' "Awake" is an English breakfast with about the subtlety of a brick, but it's drinkable. The spice tea at Caribou turned out not to taste of tea, the spices were so strong.
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( Oct. 23rd, 2012 04:24 pm)
I need to sort through my kitchen cabinets and see what I actually have.

I was looking for Darjeeling tea. I didn't find what I wanted, only some (rather old by now) Selimbong green Darjeeling, which I somehow went from using sparingly since I can't get more, to not using at all, which is missing the point.

But I also found, among other things, some random oolong; two different orange-flavored teas, which I will sniff when I'm in more of an orange mood; years-old tangerine-flavored white tea (too subtle for my palate); and a box of oolong marked in Hong Kong dollars. That means I bought it in March 1997, and probably haven't used in this century. Out it goes.
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( Nov. 7th, 2010 06:29 pm)
We are now back on standard time. I slept very well last night, though I'm not sure how much that had to do with the time-change: the clock said 9:15 when I woke, meaning I'd slept about ten hours, and it was a good, smooth ten (the night before I was restless, and hence did not sleep enough). Right now I'm at the point of feeling that things are vaguely off, because what the clock says doesn't match what my body is feeling.

I did a bit of balance and other exercise earlier. When did I turn into someone who feels odd if she doesn't exercise at least a little every day unless she's traveling? (My usual walking doesn't count, apparently.) Not that I never exercise on the road, but I don't feel the same need. (Though it may depend on the shape of travel; I'll tend to do a little when I'm visiting [personal profile] adrian_turtle, but not at Wiscon.)

I just tried out Twinings' lemon-and-ginger herb tea, which sounded very promising. It smelled promising. It tasted quite bland; with some honey it tasted mostly of honey. I am going to try brewing it a little longer, and with less water to the teabag, next time: the flavor wasn't bad, just weak.
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( Oct. 1st, 2007 10:13 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] dd_b posted a batch of his photos from the Farthing Party to his website. I found some of myself that I like. This icon is made from one of them; the photo is from the Survivors' Tea Party, and was taken in front of [livejournal.com profile] papersky's refrigerator, though the teacup is [livejournal.com profile] gerisullivan's.

This isn't the only icon I made from those photos, so you may see more GIP posts soon.
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GIP

( Oct. 1st, 2007 10:13 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] dd_b posted a batch of his photos from the Farthing Party to his website. I found some of myself that I like. This icon is made from one of them; the photo is from the Survivors' Tea Party, and was taken in front of [livejournal.com profile] papersky's refrigerator, though the teacup is [livejournal.com profile] gerisullivan's.

This isn't the only icon I made from those photos, so you may see more GIP posts soon.
redbird: closeup of me drinking tea, in a friend's kitchen (Default)
( Mar. 21st, 2007 07:40 pm)
Or, as someone else puts it, 5 random things make up an entry:


  • Mr. Twinings, or his heirs and assigns, no longer love me. They have discontinued the blend of tea that has been my default tea-in-bags (for offices and some sorts of travel), Ceylon Breakfast. There's a replacement, called just Ceylon, which will do, I think, but I'm considering just buying more of my favorite loose Assam and some of those fill-it-yourself tea pouches. (Washing and drying tea balls at work has, in general, proven to be a nuisance, doubly so because I need to microwave the water for 30 seconds to get it hot enough.)

  • Black Labs are heavy: I spent the ride in this morning with a slightly fidgety guide dog mostly lying on my foot, in between getting up partway and sniffing at another stranger's pants leg. The person he was with tugged him back into place, but didn't speak to the dog (or to the man, but she of course couldn't see what he was doing, only feel him move away slightly). That dog may need more exercise, or a refresher training course.

  • I'm in the middle of multiple books again, in this case one novel and one short story. Both are recent purchases; I've also got two not-yet-started library books. (I'm borrowing a lot of mysteries at the moment, in part because I rarely want to reread those.)

  • Somewhere along the line, equinox=spring stopped seeming plausible: it's been spring here for a few days, in the places where some of my friends live for weeks, and isn't yet where some of the others live. Nonetheless, it seems relevant that the days in this hemisphere are now longer than the nights.

  • There was email at work this morning, to all staff, about their 2006 bonuses, stating that everyone would be getting the details from their supervisors in letters today, and the money by direct deposit tomorrow. Oh, and free pizza for all, as lunch today, with no speeches. Temps, even those who've been there longer that I have, don't get annual bonuses, but we did get pizza. It seems a shame that the person who's been complaining to me that she's not paid enough to eat wasn't there today.

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redbird: closeup of me drinking tea, in a friend's kitchen (Default)
( Mar. 21st, 2007 07:40 pm)
Or, as someone else puts it, 5 random things make up an entry:


  • Mr. Twinings, or his heirs and assigns, no longer love me. They have discontinued the blend of tea that has been my default tea-in-bags (for offices and some sorts of travel), Ceylon Breakfast. There's a replacement, called just Ceylon, which will do, I think, but I'm considering just buying more of my favorite loose Assam and some of those fill-it-yourself tea pouches. (Washing and drying tea balls at work has, in general, proven to be a nuisance, doubly so because I need to microwave the water for 30 seconds to get it hot enough.)

  • Black Labs are heavy: I spent the ride in this morning with a slightly fidgety guide dog mostly lying on my foot, in between getting up partway and sniffing at another stranger's pants leg. The person he was with tugged him back into place, but didn't speak to the dog (or to the man, but she of course couldn't see what he was doing, only feel him move away slightly). That dog may need more exercise, or a refresher training course.

  • I'm in the middle of multiple books again, in this case one novel and one short story. Both are recent purchases; I've also got two not-yet-started library books. (I'm borrowing a lot of mysteries at the moment, in part because I rarely want to reread those.)

  • Somewhere along the line, equinox=spring stopped seeming plausible: it's been spring here for a few days, in the places where some of my friends live for weeks, and isn't yet where some of the others live. Nonetheless, it seems relevant that the days in this hemisphere are now longer than the nights.

  • There was email at work this morning, to all staff, about their 2006 bonuses, stating that everyone would be getting the details from their supervisors in letters today, and the money by direct deposit tomorrow. Oh, and free pizza for all, as lunch today, with no speeches. Temps, even those who've been there longer that I have, don't get annual bonuses, but we did get pizza. It seems a shame that the person who's been complaining to me that she's not paid enough to eat wasn't there today.

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( Jan. 4th, 2007 08:05 am)
It's been unseasonably mild here (highs near freezing, only one cold overnight), and we've taken advantage of that to walk around in the sunlight. I could probably have left my boots home, and mostly have been wearing my sneakers, because they're better for long walks.

The Musee des Beaux Arts has reopened the collection of (mostly fairly recent) Inuit art. It's still wonderful, and still the star of the museum for me, because it's material that I can't see something similar to at home. We also saw European and Canadian paintings and sculpture, and some classical-era glass (with that iridescence that glass gets from a couple of millennia of sitting around) and Hellenistic drawings (most of the Classical and Hellenistic Greek art on display everywhere, probably most of what still exists, is sculpture and pottery), and some fine Persian glassware from around the 9th century CE.

I've walked around a few more bits of Montreal (one university campus, one random bit of neighborhood near [livejournal.com profile] papersky's bank branch). Papersky continues to feed me well: last night's mushrooms cooked with the leftover New Year's Eve goose, served with rice and baby bok choi, were good enough that I didn't bother with the pork roast that was the nominal center of the meal. We played Settlers of Catan yesterday; one of these years I may play it elsewhere than in Montreal, since I do enjoy it.

This morning, Papersky and I will go out, eat breakfast and buy more tea for me to take back to the US, then come back here so I can pack (a quick process, with almost no decisions involved) and catch a plane home to New York and [livejournal.com profile] cattitude. (Also, I'm taking home the tea she gave [livejournal.com profile] rysmiel as a holiday gift, because I liked it and they didn't, and leaving behind the one she'd given me, which they liked and I didn't.) I'll drop my freelance clients email when I get home, but I'm not expecting a reply until Friday morning the earliest. There will be Scrabble, and [livejournal.com profile] julian_tiger.

[livejournal.com profile] adrian_turtle, remind me that I have a couple of small things for you.
redbird: closeup of me drinking tea, in a friend's kitchen (Default)
( Jan. 4th, 2007 08:05 am)
It's been unseasonably mild here (highs near freezing, only one cold overnight), and we've taken advantage of that to walk around in the sunlight. I could probably have left my boots home, and mostly have been wearing my sneakers, because they're better for long walks.

The Musee des Beaux Arts has reopened the collection of (mostly fairly recent) Inuit art. It's still wonderful, and still the star of the museum for me, because it's material that I can't see something similar to at home. We also saw European and Canadian paintings and sculpture, and some classical-era glass (with that iridescence that glass gets from a couple of millennia of sitting around) and Hellenistic drawings (most of the Classical and Hellenistic Greek art on display everywhere, probably most of what still exists, is sculpture and pottery), and some fine Persian glassware from around the 9th century CE.

I've walked around a few more bits of Montreal (one university campus, one random bit of neighborhood near [livejournal.com profile] papersky's bank branch). Papersky continues to feed me well: last night's mushrooms cooked with the leftover New Year's Eve goose, served with rice and baby bok choi, were good enough that I didn't bother with the pork roast that was the nominal center of the meal. We played Settlers of Catan yesterday; one of these years I may play it elsewhere than in Montreal, since I do enjoy it.

This morning, Papersky and I will go out, eat breakfast and buy more tea for me to take back to the US, then come back here so I can pack (a quick process, with almost no decisions involved) and catch a plane home to New York and [livejournal.com profile] cattitude. (Also, I'm taking home the tea she gave [livejournal.com profile] rysmiel as a holiday gift, because I liked it and they didn't, and leaving behind the one she'd given me, which they liked and I didn't.) I'll drop my freelance clients email when I get home, but I'm not expecting a reply until Friday morning the earliest. There will be Scrabble, and [livejournal.com profile] julian_tiger.

[livejournal.com profile] adrian_turtle, remind me that I have a couple of small things for you.
I had a better workout than Tuesday, from which I infer that my health is basically recovered. (Specifically, I got back up to the weight I'd previously achieved on one machine, where a slightly lower weight on Tuesday was too much.) I also spent a minute or two wondering whether I'd exceeded my previous maximum on another machine, leading to "does Windows have a cat(1) command" followed by "It doesn't matter, I have cygwin." (It's also possible that I can tell it to search for the relevant string in all the files in a directory; I may try that first.)

After I worked out, I walked over to Metalliferous. I now have a pound of 24-gauge copper wire, and about half an ounce of 24-gauge silver. The plan is to use the copper to fiddle with and get a feeling for the techniques, because it's a lot cheaper and I had fun playing with [livejournal.com profile] pleonastic's 28-gauge copper in Montreal ten days ago. I'm not sure I know anyone who wears copper; please let me know if you might be interested in some of the experiment results (which will be earrings or pendants, I think.) I am not at all surprised, though more pleased than I would have expected, at living in a culture where it's that easy and inexpensive to buy copper wire, in a wide range of gauges.

On the way there, and then from there to the N train, I walked down a street that had been blocked off by the Fire Department at both ends. No sirens, no apparent commotion, just fire trucks at both ends of the block, preventing anyone from driving in or out, fire fighters standing around, and another engine or two on Broadway, while pedestrians went about our business. It didn't even occur to me until I was going down the subway stairs that I not only hadn't stopped to ask what was going on, I hadn't seen anyone else do so.

I had lunch in Chinatown, at the usual place, then took the A train one stop uptown. I returned two hardcover books and a pair of CDs [one album], paid off the fifty cents the Inwood branch had been unable to collect on my previous visit, and borrowed one paperback. Then I walked down to Porto Rico Importing for coffee; I meant to stop for chocolate on the way, but Varsano's had a sign up saying they were moving across the street at the end of August, and the place across the street was still labeled "coming soon." I got a cup of hot tea at Porto Rico. "Cinnamon orange spice" this time, since they'll sell you a cup of any loose tea in the store for the same flat 90 cents. The man asked me to get the canister, which meant that I spotted where they keep the Torani syrups. Thus, we now have a large bottle of mandarin orange syrup, suited for mixing with seltzer, or flavoring hot cocoa (and probably other uses as well). Also, it's nice getting tea someplace where they absolutely understand that you let it steep first, then add the milk, even when that means leaving it on the counter while he serves a double espresso and a muffin to the person behind me.

I came home with all that (and some stuff from the drugstore), put it down, and meant to go right back out and walk in the park. Instead, I talked to friends on IM, which is also good.

gym numbers )

I stopped on the way out of the gym to give them a new credit card to charge my membership to, since the one they had on file expires Saturday. The woman in the office commented on my dedication; there may or may not have been an element of flattery in there, but I do make it there twice a week, most weeks, for a nice long workout, and have been doing so for what probably counts as a long time. I would like to be exercising more often, but I suspect that's true of a lot of people, regardless of our actual levels of exercise.
I had a better workout than Tuesday, from which I infer that my health is basically recovered. (Specifically, I got back up to the weight I'd previously achieved on one machine, where a slightly lower weight on Tuesday was too much.) I also spent a minute or two wondering whether I'd exceeded my previous maximum on another machine, leading to "does Windows have a cat(1) command" followed by "It doesn't matter, I have cygwin." (It's also possible that I can tell it to search for the relevant string in all the files in a directory; I may try that first.)

After I worked out, I walked over to Metalliferous. I now have a pound of 24-gauge copper wire, and about half an ounce of 24-gauge silver. The plan is to use the copper to fiddle with and get a feeling for the techniques, because it's a lot cheaper and I had fun playing with [livejournal.com profile] pleonastic's 28-gauge copper in Montreal ten days ago. I'm not sure I know anyone who wears copper; please let me know if you might be interested in some of the experiment results (which will be earrings or pendants, I think.) I am not at all surprised, though more pleased than I would have expected, at living in a culture where it's that easy and inexpensive to buy copper wire, in a wide range of gauges.

On the way there, and then from there to the N train, I walked down a street that had been blocked off by the Fire Department at both ends. No sirens, no apparent commotion, just fire trucks at both ends of the block, preventing anyone from driving in or out, fire fighters standing around, and another engine or two on Broadway, while pedestrians went about our business. It didn't even occur to me until I was going down the subway stairs that I not only hadn't stopped to ask what was going on, I hadn't seen anyone else do so.

I had lunch in Chinatown, at the usual place, then took the A train one stop uptown. I returned two hardcover books and a pair of CDs [one album], paid off the fifty cents the Inwood branch had been unable to collect on my previous visit, and borrowed one paperback. Then I walked down to Porto Rico Importing for coffee; I meant to stop for chocolate on the way, but Varsano's had a sign up saying they were moving across the street at the end of August, and the place across the street was still labeled "coming soon." I got a cup of hot tea at Porto Rico. "Cinnamon orange spice" this time, since they'll sell you a cup of any loose tea in the store for the same flat 90 cents. The man asked me to get the canister, which meant that I spotted where they keep the Torani syrups. Thus, we now have a large bottle of mandarin orange syrup, suited for mixing with seltzer, or flavoring hot cocoa (and probably other uses as well). Also, it's nice getting tea someplace where they absolutely understand that you let it steep first, then add the milk, even when that means leaving it on the counter while he serves a double espresso and a muffin to the person behind me.

I came home with all that (and some stuff from the drugstore), put it down, and meant to go right back out and walk in the park. Instead, I talked to friends on IM, which is also good.

gym numbers )

I stopped on the way out of the gym to give them a new credit card to charge my membership to, since the one they had on file expires Saturday. The woman in the office commented on my dedication; there may or may not have been an element of flattery in there, but I do make it there twice a week, most weeks, for a nice long workout, and have been doing so for what probably counts as a long time. I would like to be exercising more often, but I suspect that's true of a lot of people, regardless of our actual levels of exercise.
redbird: me with purple hair (purple)
( May. 23rd, 2006 03:10 pm)
Having rested fairly thoroughly since Friday evening—thoroughly enough to make me somewhat grumpy for lack of exercise—I headed out this morning for a careful expedition. Bank, gym, lunch, groceries, with care to minimize walking. To do so, I got my Chinese lunch at a place I could hop a bus to, rather than the few blocks each way to the subway and thence to Excellent Dumpling. I also modified my workout to put less pressure on my heel. (Details behind the cut, below, as usual.)

I was pleased that the gym has changed their song mix: they have the bad habit of picking n songs, and then playing the same ones, in the same order, on every Tuesday morning, or every Thursday afternoon, or so on.

On my way from the bus stop to Tea Den, I fell into the shoe store nearby. shoe-shopping details cut )

Lunch was a big bowl of Cantonese noodle soup, with both roast duck and pork wontons. Tasty and filling. Tea Den serves strong tea, quite unlike Excellent Dumpling's weak jasmine; they also give me as much as I tea as I want with my meal, but it's strong enough that I drank two or three of those tiny cups, then switched to water, both to avoid over-caffeinating and because when I'm drinking tea without milk and sugar, I don't want it that strong. But I needed some caffeine.

Back on the uptown bus, and I braved Fairway despite my bags. I got much of what I was looking for (no beets, but I got stewing meat for tonight, so roast beets would have had to wait anyhow), and fit most of that into my backpack.

I figure I walked about a mile today. Trivial for me most days, but significantly more than I'd tried since overdoing it badly last Friday. I think I'm okay, and will be okay for Wiscon.

workout details, cut for your convenience )
redbird: me with purple hair (purple)
( May. 23rd, 2006 03:10 pm)
Having rested fairly thoroughly since Friday evening—thoroughly enough to make me somewhat grumpy for lack of exercise—I headed out this morning for a careful expedition. Bank, gym, lunch, groceries, with care to minimize walking. To do so, I got my Chinese lunch at a place I could hop a bus to, rather than the few blocks each way to the subway and thence to Excellent Dumpling. I also modified my workout to put less pressure on my heel. (Details behind the cut, below, as usual.)

I was pleased that the gym has changed their song mix: they have the bad habit of picking n songs, and then playing the same ones, in the same order, on every Tuesday morning, or every Thursday afternoon, or so on.

On my way from the bus stop to Tea Den, I fell into the shoe store nearby. shoe-shopping details cut )

Lunch was a big bowl of Cantonese noodle soup, with both roast duck and pork wontons. Tasty and filling. Tea Den serves strong tea, quite unlike Excellent Dumpling's weak jasmine; they also give me as much as I tea as I want with my meal, but it's strong enough that I drank two or three of those tiny cups, then switched to water, both to avoid over-caffeinating and because when I'm drinking tea without milk and sugar, I don't want it that strong. But I needed some caffeine.

Back on the uptown bus, and I braved Fairway despite my bags. I got much of what I was looking for (no beets, but I got stewing meat for tonight, so roast beets would have had to wait anyhow), and fit most of that into my backpack.

I figure I walked about a mile today. Trivial for me most days, but significantly more than I'd tried since overdoing it badly last Friday. I think I'm okay, and will be okay for Wiscon.

workout details, cut for your convenience )
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