My figurative cup of tea was better than I could have hoped. So good, in fact, that I forwent the second actual cup of tea, got my butt out of the house, and enjoyed the day (which was a really very fine one, though a bit warm—a warmth, in fact, that smacked confusingly of spring). Am feeling muchly restored.

Have also been informed that googling “creature of perpetual worrying” brings me (well, my blog, anyhow) to the top of the results. Appropriate, isn’t it?