Hello, caffeine

The cub is teething again (another tooth poked through this week, one of the tardy incisors). He woke up this morning at 4 am. This by itself isn't that unusual, but he normally settles back in to sleep within a few minutes. This morning, he tossed and turned and protested even when snuggled or held until finally falling asleep again at 6 am.

By then, I was awake and would have to get up soon to get ready for work, anyway, so once the alarm went off and we all grudgingly stirred out of bed, I sifted through the pantry, looking for a bag of black pekoe or Irish Breakfast tea.

Nada. All I had in caffeinated teas were loose leaf.

Ah, well, if I must indulge, I must. So I fixed up a mug of Keemun using an odd, floating duck infuser (gift from MIL, who buys things like that).

I really missed the taste of tea. I haven't had any of my lovely tea in months, since I nurse the cub and the younger the child, the longer caffiene lingers. He's old enough that I could pick up the habit again, but I hadn't bothered yet.

Also, if you're completely off caffeine, when it hits your body, certain systems decide to move. O.O

So, hoping to make it through a day of work on one mug of caffeine. I don't have any backup here, and I don't drink coffee.

A poem..

Prompted by haikujaguar's words for this week.

And That's Why He's the Captain

We'd sailed three weeks from port
In the Erubescent Tart
When the ghost ship ran us down
With murder in its heart.

The bony galleon drew abaft
And we all drew our swords,
When the water began to darkle,
And ice grew on the cords.

Now our main calling is fortune.
We're a seedy lot, it's true,
But if you risk enchanted seas,
A charm might see you through.

Old Three Eyes has a hobby;
Whenever we get to shore,
He seeks a braird of moly
To grow within the store.

So while we hacked the bloated dogs
And cursed the wintry air,
Old Three Eyes quit the embattled deck
And plucked his garden bare.

He exploded from the hold below
And released his fearsome howl,
Hurtling blossoms like grenades
With every daunting growl.

We burned the vessel with its crew.
For proof, we kept the sail.
No wight will touch our lovely tart
And live to tell the tale.