The tea infuser was emptied into the trash as I put the water on boil. Still, some leaves tried to stay behind, not wanting to let go. So I hosed it with cold water, of course, and that was the end of that.

But it was also the beginning of something else. There were some old tea left in the cup and this is where my mind does something stupid. It told my brain to put it under the stream of water. I could se it in slow-motion, or perhaps bullet time and I though “oh shit” as the water twisted and spun around in the cup. Then it leaped out and went inside the arm of my shirt. Possibly, it wanted to hide but all it did was make my arm soggy. I tried to dry it with a towel but you know how that works; it hardly makes any difference.

So now I sit here. Warm tea in a cup and a cold soggy arm.