Darcy Oishi

Staying in a hotel, I am beginning to realize how much of a tea snob that I have become. The mass produced, invidvidually packaged satchels of tea, I have learned, are no longer for me. It tastes like crap. When did I become like this? And when did coffee (because I actually drank some) have so much affect on me? I have no clue, but it is there, staring me in the face as I ponder how I am going to survive another day of meetings where I need to be on point. That actually is the part that is the most tiring: knowing that a good deal of attention is on me and I may doze off because of lack of sleep. Or yawn. You know, one of those truly infectious and obnoxious yawns. Yup, like that. I survived two days in a row of that, plus getting up early for a flight, but three?