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My daily tea[/caption]
I am not a morning person. I often don’t sleep well or enough, and frequently wake up feeling exhausted, unwell, or in pain.
Yet I’ve settled into a daily a.m. routine that not only reconciles me to waking up but reminds me pointedly of my blessings before leaving me blissfully alone to work. One day I’ll look back on these mornings with fondness, which I guess makes this post an exercise in prospective nostalgia.
Waking begins, at least in these cooler months, by fumbling about for my Japanese hanten
, a quilted, hip-length, kimono-style jacket. If I can just find it and put it on first thing, getting out of bed doesn’t seem so ghastly. I’ve owned a hanten
since my early 20s. My current one was a 40th
birthday present from my mother and would be one of the first things I grabbed if the house were falling down and my family was already safely outside. ...