You don’t steep tea for too long…

 

“You don’t test a gentle person the way that you don’t steep tea for too long. Submerge me and I will imbue, and what was sweet will be bitter. I will be strong on your tongue and unpleasant to the taste, and you’ll regret drowning me in your guile.

My gentleness is not for your taking.”

Control your emotions…

If you want to survive you forget about sympathy.

Think of it like a strategy- f o c u s on your ultimate

goal, shut out everything else, steel your mind,

move on instinct. Let doubt take over and despair

will cripple you.

 

_{He  cannot help the grimace that eases the    contours   of   his   face   when   he catches his reflection in the glass of the office walls separating  the  Q   Branch from  the  rest  of  the  building.  But if he could  wash  away  the  lines of age and work  related  stress today, he was sure they’d  return  full  force  before  morning tea that day.} 

”This better be good, Q.”

  _{And  he  has  his  dear Quartermaster to thank for that, calling him in at the most ungodly times ———}

Never Apologize…

“Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.”

 

Start the day

 

Start your day with coffee
Mine tea………

Into the world in front of me
Watch as it unfolds so beautifully…..

London never sleeps.

State Side…

Not at all where I want to be at the moment but it is a must.   Time was too short with you, JB.  Hopefully I will be able to return soon.

I do not realize how much I enjoy your company…. and I must admit how dependent I am on you when we are together until we are separated once more.

The inevitability of time…  too much time apart.

Luncheon…

Today was “Girls Outing” (I was included in that description also) for lunch with co-worker who is actually retiring.

I am very much going to miss Melissa. She is one of those people who is an amazing resource for everything. If there was something that I didn’t know, couldn’t find, didn’t know who to contact or could not find where the stash of Earl Grey had been hidden on me… Melissa was the one to seek out.

She will be missed.

Ugh…

I feel…. ill. Definitely ill. Hour 10 of updating a server that I can’t walk away from now.

Thank god for the pillow, blanket and children’s sleep mat that I have stashed in the bottom drawer of the lateral file in my office. Have been lying on the floor, door locked, with my tablet for the last two hours watching the lights blink on the server as it churns away.

Everyone is gone who would have manhandled me out of here by now.

Oh… I wheeze when I breathe. That sounds strange. Like a strange little animal.

Hurry up server!!!

Flawed and temperamental…

“They’ve got all the best specialists on their books trying to fix the misfiring computer that is my brain. I don’t have the heart to tell them that none of it will make any difference. That this is just me. The best operating systems in the world are flawed and temperamental.”