Since I've known him (tweny years or so) I've been through Ham Radio, Chess, being a member of the San Francisco Motorcycle Club, various instruments, (owning, playing, taking lessons), kayaking, photography, and others I'm probably forgetting right now.
Today it's tea. About a month before the motorcycle accident, he'd committed to getting himself off coffee to help bring his blood-pressure down and avoid blood-pressure meds. Once he was in the hospital and the doctors put him on blood-pressure meds, that sort of went out the window and it was coffee time as well as tea time.
Now he's home and off his feet with WAY too much time on his hands and it's "Let's be obsessive about tea" time again. He was at a shop in Chinatown yesterday where he bought a bunch of new tea-toys, all sorts of gourmet and "vintage" pu-erh tea, etc.
HE'S EVEN KEEPING A TEA JOURNAL!!!!
On the other hand, if it gets him back off coffee, I'm happy.
But really, a tea journal?
