
The night was sleepless, as though it was the night of Christmas Eve.
A bothersome text arrives at 1:21 a.m. inquiring about my schedule for the day. Rather rude I thought and continue my work until 3. Up at 6, I light a favorite igloo candle and prepare my tea with saffron, cardamom, and honey. A clean, crisp Lipton tea bag made for Russian distribution...I anticipate a warm visit from Santa or the Sandman at a more reasonable hour tonight.