No booze Mon. thru Thurs., and not surprisingly, I feel great - thinner, clear headed, and less aware of the aches and pains. Which is no reason to abjure the Friday night drunk in the sense that it's every reason to abjure the Friday night drunk but I won't do it. Nope, not me.
Got me some Danish gin for a martini, some Italian white wine to sip while cooking, and then a nice Languedoc red to go with the chicken in the pot (Cook's Illustrated recipe, here helpfully stolen) and root vegetable mash (plus roasted Brussels sprouts). I should feel great by 5:30, bad by 11:00, terrible at 3 a.m., and hungover, chastened, fatter, muddle headed, and achy by tomorrow morn.
Magnificent.
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