It was my birthday this past week. My mom sent me this vintage tea set she got as a teenager from my uncle when he was stationed in Taiwan. She never used it, so she sent it to me.
I inaugurated it with a pot of Chinese green tea made from two bags steeped for five minutes. It tends to dribble when pouring, but it's nice using the little cups and having multiple refills of hot, potent tea. I brewed a pot to drink while watching Broken Flowers, which I just realized is a Jim Jarmusch film. I haven't seen anything by him in forevs. Man, I'm out of it. Anyway, both were bleak and reassuring.
It's now 1am. I can't sleep. I blame the tea.