I hate having to boil water manually, open up a paper sleeve containing a teabag of my choosing, pull a mug and saucer of my choosing from the cupboard, dip the bag in the hot water then after a few minutes place it gently on the saucer’s edge while I take my first sip. *turns head slowly toward window* Wait… *face goes white* actually.. I do enjoy my rustic kettle.. It is the grounding force in my life. And the sound of the paper tea sleeve tearing.. The tiny staples…. *drops head into hands* This brutal convenience has nearly stripped me of the thing I hold most dear… Be still shaking hands and wavering heart….
