A hot drink

Having been laid low by this ghastly not-flu bug, I'm spending my time sitting like a lump and drinking gallons of tea.  There's nothing like the feeling of hot tea going down your throat and through your chest to perk you up, at least momentarily.  So here you see my favorite tea mug, just the right size for a Twinings Decaf English Breakfast tea bag.  I've probably had it for forty years, and it's pretty much intact except for that chip near the handle.

I'm posting mostly to say that I've been looking at your blips and reading your comments, but without any stamina too respond.  I hope you will all forgive me for my neglect, which goes back ages.  I'll try to do better once I feel human again.