Finally
Now I remember why I stopped drinking. Well, not literally "now, "but overnight and this morning. The night was a clear reminder of how alcohol and I don't mix anymore. At our GNO "Holiday Special" last night, I enjoyed trying three different cabernets from different regions and years. Exploring how each can have its characteristics, smell, and flavor profiles is very interesting. But my non-stop pouring, a habitual nature, put me back into a place of restless sleep, a distended stomach and general misery. I know all this, but even now, if you put an empty glass and an open bottle in front of me, it will disappear over the evening just like a basket of chips will vanish at Aqui. It seems to be my nature to overindulge. My lack of discipline bites me in the ass every time. The weight gain works against me as well, and I know from experience that a lot of these issues are due to a couple of years of failing to follow a simple set of protocols and practices that have served me well in years prior. No carbs, sugar, intermittent fasting, and portion control make everything healthier. Yet somewhere between the car seat and the seat at the table, my best intentions get cold-cocked by a couple of Goomba's with a lead pipe and a shovel. They take my determination out behind the woodshed, laughing maniacally while I set about enacting Webster's dictionary definition of "gourge". Meanwhile, along the lines of self-control, Lucky was left alone at home with unfettered access to the dining room table. It's high, but not high enough. Jen and I were both out, and he found a way to poke about the selection of Costco chocolates we intended to distribute in gift bags to the neighbors. It's hard to be angry at him because he's just a dog and this is what dogs do. And dogs, unlike humans, don't have the same ability to resist impulses as humans do. Wait. Look who's talking. Not only did he tear into and chew open one of the bags of Ghirardelli chocolate squares, but the bastard cleared out all of the Dark Chocolate Sea Salt Carmel ones. My favorite. I mean, for fuck's sake, Lucky, go with the Milk Chocolate next time. Later in the evening, we were forced to attend to the ramifications. He puked it all up. Multiple times. Including wrappers. So, it wasn't the best of nights. Today, however, was a productive day during which I attended to a range of calls and action items but also spent some time just relaxing and not obsessing about calls and action items. Household chores were addressed and coffee beans were roasted (as well as 25 lbs being sorted and sealed after being delivered).