I have a new morning routine. After peeling myself up from my bed, I make a cup of hot, strong, milky tea and then I turn right around to head straight back into bed. This is not purely a decadent move on my part (although there is naturally some of that involved given that it's me we're talking about here); rather, my return to bed is mostly because my sofa didn't fit through the door of my new apartment and so I'm stuck with the bed until I figure something out. Still fuzzy and barely awake, I sit up amongst the pillows and take small, quick sips of tea. The taste of this tea, these first sips of the day, are perhaps one of my most favorite tastes in the world. I settle in, sip-sip-sip, and then I start listening for the chickens.