The last.. and I say a big groaning yikes at this particular moment.. glass of wine. Ok.. the good news in this heartbreaking little saga (super-small, yes, I admit, this tragedy.. but it's all about perspective and the tilt of the horizon that is gazed upon by a very parallel line of sight).. is.. I feel quite intoxicated at this..
Hmm.. what was I talking about?
Oh yes.. drinking. A glass of wine. My last. My first and my last. First.. proper drink, this week.. and of that sphere of happy sipping.. my last glass. *sighs sadly* So.. is Saturday still considered this week, or next? Noooooo... please.. don't think about the calendar. Calendar, shmalendar. Use your gut feeling.
Ok.. enough silly babble. I will now sip very.. very slowly.. and lurk.