Tea with the Empire

I sat here on my couch, this evening, drinking a pot's worth of tea from one of the dainty teacups I picked up at the thrift store, and watching The Empire Strikes Back.

It's been nearly a year since I've watched it, and seeing it tonight was like slipping on a favorite sweater that's been pulled out of winter storage for the season. And the music... Oh! the music! There isn't much out there that can top the Imperial March, except, perhaps the tender strains that swell into a dramatic fanfare at the end.

Ahhhh...