Than I Understand
Thursday. OK, pack the bags and get the car ready for a run to Portland. I can do this, hangover or no. My good friend from Maine, Mr. H., sent me home with the bottle of Belgian beer suggesting I get it good and cold before consuming it last night and I, clever I, thought well, it will take some time to cool it down so let's have a flask of this here sake just to ease myself into the evening, you understand. Just one. 150 ml. The contents of a wine glass. Couldn't hurt. Right? Well, yes, I agree. Foolish me.
Still, it is the middle of an excellent afternoon, the head clearer than it's been, the tasks I've been putting off by every means I can think of mostly done, those with an end of this week deadline anyway. I missed a going away lunch for two members of my old extended group at the company - not good - but these things seem to be happening (more often than I understand).