rich tea, high tea, english breakfast, darjeeling.

British Word of the Day: fringe - section of shorter hair over the forehead; may be longer or shorter, but is shorter than the rest of the haircut. (American's "bangs") eg: "I love your new fringe, even though it sometimes covers your eyes."

There are too many options in this world. Right now it's between blogging and writing an outline to my essay on The Winter's Tale. I should think it obvious which of the two I've chosen.

Drinking herbal tea at 1 AM is not all that effective. But I decided to lay off the caffeine. I've had 3 cups of coffee and 3 cups of tea throughout the day, all caffeinated. Time to give it up.

My experience at the Baptist Church on Sunday was wonderful. I went over to a host & hostess' house for Sunday dinner and two kinds of dessert. They were excellent people. After the meal, my stomach looked rather distended, though it was virtually the opposite. I had free food again last night as well, after I sang at Wadham's Evensong.

Tonight I made spicy apricot-glazed chicken. It was quite good, though chicken is kind of a boring meat in general. Next time I'll cut slits in and spoon the glaze inside of it. It was good with a side of mushroom risotto and roasted broccoli and brussel sprouts with olive oil.

Next week, we'll see what happens. I'd really like to try my hand at chocolate truffles; we'll see how far that idea gets.

I've an essay to outline. Greetings from Oxford to you; it rains and snows and sleets. The precipitation has made most things dreadfully icy and it has become difficult to walk on the pavement instead of the road, especially when you're late for a lecture or a tutorial.

Cheers!