The Tea Tastes Awful, So I Must Be In...

Tuesday - The kettle whistles with an unfamiliar voice, and I crawl back out of bed to return to the kitchen to switch it off. As I walk to the kitchen, I mumble "liar" under my breath, and then get to the kettle, switch it off and make some tea. I turn to return to bed, sipping the tea as I go. I stop dead in my tracks from the taste of liquid chalkdust. Yes, the tea tastes awful, and so I'm in Aspen, Colorado. We're at something like 7908 ft up here, and so water feels the need to boil well before it is at boiling, if you know what I mean. That's why I accused the kettle of lying. As a result of this annoying bit of physics, you can make your cup of tea while not looking, since spilling the water on you from the freshly "boiled" ...