Bliss. I Have Become Bliss.

August 6, 2026

Personal log: Experimental

I LOVE pebble ice! I've been experimenting. So far, my favorite way to crunch and munch on them is with a sprinkle of electrolytes. Not just any electrolytes. Oh, no, no, no, no. Hibiscus electrolytes with a tiny dash of ground freeze-dried rosehips. The latter isn't necessary. It's just additional happy yum.

The air pockets in the ice end up wicking the liquified powder up into the ice via capillary action, so every morsel of crunch is an explosion of flavor! There's so much crunch! So much cold! I'm getting quite the dopamine hit, and my oral fixation tendency is pretty happy right now.

On the plus side, having zirconia teeth means I can crunch my happy little heart out.

On the negative side, canines go ouch when I bite wrong. Also, I should probably slow down on the crunching because my tongue is numb enough that I sound ridiculous trying to speak.

I am in a very happy place, sensory-wise. It only takes a tiny sprinkle because the cold amplifies the tart sweetness. My trigeminal nerve is all brrrrrrr. Which is admittedly a wee bit euphoric. And I am shivering with delight though it is currently 101°F outside.

I have always been a sucker for this type of tea. Preferably iced. Having it sucked into the ice with the addition of electrolytes... holy moly! I can only think of one thing that would make this better right now. Alas, it's not something that is going to happen. One day, I shall ensure that it will. I'm not sure I'd be capable of handling such bliss, but I'm definitely up for the challenge!

Okay. Enough of that. I do recommend an insulated tumbler so that the glass doesn't sweat. My preference is my 12 ounce Simply Modern Voyager Series Lunar Iced Coffee cup. I don't know if they're still available. Black stainless steel with embossed crescent moons and stars. I normally rarely use it because I don't like coffee and it's rarely cool enough for hot cacao. I shall now use it every single day!

This...This is euphoria!

I should probably research if there's a safety limit on ice crunching. It is sooooo good. It's like sour punch straws whisked into frozen, liquidy, hydrating, goosebumps producing ambrosia. I'm so happy.😹

My intoxicated mouth and I now return you to my normally darker scribbles. Maybe. Or maybe not. It could be, dear journal, that my writing is heading down a much more zany lane until I get accustomed to this sensory high. I think all living quarters should come with this delicious concoction. Wars would surely end.

Did I mention it turns the ice a gorgeous pomegranate color? No? It does. My senses don't know what's beguiled them, but they are a most willing and amorous supplicant.