I am making a list of what you can do in six minutes. You can make a cup of tea. But then you must drink it through a straw, which, for me, means just drinking old faithfuls, as it is hard to think about all its goodnesses whilst almost upside down. And I have so many teas to try!
You can read books on tea, which I have been doing and will report on. In the middle of one, I realized how utterly foreign to me is China. Totally outside my fields of reference, but it makes me want to learn more. I will never have their aesthetic sense of tea and tea culture, but I am beginning to learn to appreciate it.
You can almost knit, but then the boring becomes excruciatingly slow and really, really, really not worth it.
You can crochet and so I am, learning to make straight edges. It is more absorbing than reading, somehow, so I can forget how much my back protests crouched over. One and a half dishcloths yesterday. I'll keep the embarassing ones for myself.
My cousin tells me we are having a new baby in the family, so I could crochet a baby blanket, but I can't go get baby yarn. Hurry down, Oct. 20.
Ta for now, I am going to fill up and set to heating my 2.5 quart water boiler, so it is easier to make tea. Thank you for all your kind wishes.