That last post made it sound like I’ve been all perfect about not drinking. That’s not entirely true. When Keith was telling me about the house, he said several times that I should help myself to his whiskey. I told him that wasn’t necessary. Well, last night I was watching TV and thought to myself, what the hell. I can enjoy a small whiskey if I want. I’m not going anywhere but bed. So I poured myself some and took a sip and it immediately made me wretch. I thought I was going to yack all over their carpet. I poured the rest out and got a Spindrift. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.