Wednesday
Apr132011
Nine more hours
Wednesday, April 13, 2011 at 1:20AM I have a doctor's appointment Wednesday morning. I keep telling myself it's not serious, can't be serious. But I don't think I'm going to get much sleep.
Sometimes I wish I drank. But even this is a silly thought, as I have no liquor in the house except some Glenfiddich the Estranged Husband left behind. I had one glass of it when I fell and concussed myself back in the days of Delightful Date and it's been sitting on the kitchen counter ever since. I keep planning to give the nearly-full bottle of Glenfiddich away. Or trade for some Dalwhinnie.
Reader Comments (1)
Glenfiddich - brought back memories from 1978. Wife #1 & I had split up (I had moved out). There was a bottle of Glenfiddich, nearly full (neither of us drank), left on a surface - I returned a few weeks later and the bottle was almost empty. Wife #1 had (quickly) found someone new and he (she?) was drinking the Glenfiddich. Every time I see / read about the stuff it brings back the (on reflection) sad memories. Good luck with the appointment.