As usual, around 3 pm I grew rather drowsy. I began to consider whether I ought to spend $1.50 for a soda or $2.10 for a latte; but both seemed expensive, considering that I only had two hours remaining at work. So instead, I made some cinnamon tea and plugged in my headphones to listen to Sleepthief. Perfect. The tea glowed rusty in my mug and felt hot to my hands. The melodious sound of the music provided the current that I needed to cruise through some tedious report scheduling. Deep inside, I felt content with the moment and yet still eager to get through the work in order to reach the freedom of evening where I can learn more about God's good news through studying His word.