Never Procastinate

I did yesterday. And I’m regretting it now.

I swirled my tea dregs three times, tipped the cup upside-down into the saucer and back upright. But then left the leaves to be read until after I’d done my February-March tax return.

When I came back to them they had dried up and the images were hazy.

Yes, all that’s ever in the leaves for me are the inevitable Mona Lise, seahorse and tutti-frutti cup-and-ball toy, but this time might have been different.