Tonight I went to a Skidmore alumni thinger in San Francisco, then drove to Pacifica to drop off my friend's birthday present, then drove to Mountain View to deal with some books I'd left to trade earlier in the day. So I am tired, and still a little bit sick. At home I set some water boiling, cut up some sliced ginger...and promptly tossed the ginger in the cup of old coffee I'd left next to the water. The coffee mug was where I usually leave a mug for the ginger tea, and I wasn't paying attention.