It was an unusual piece of mail. I briefly scanned the first paragraph that was telling how someone had been digging and they dug deep enough to hear voices and screams that were coming from hell. This was proof. I think I'm glad it wasn't my name it was addressed to :P
A cold, blustery, busy work day, with much driving. I was far away from my tea making supplies and my favorite tea houses. I treated myself to this place. I used to be quite addicted to the stuff, but now it's just an occasional thing for me.
Yes, I need to wash my car.