Aw, poor Emmett. I hope rehydration and time take care of this. And not too much time.

He's officially transitioned from waking up drunk, to being able to drink water, take ibuprofen and go back to sleep.

So I think we're officially into the hangover portion of the day.

What a surprising result!

I know, right?

The point being, I have to drink my coffee out of a mug this morning like any rube off the street.

You poor thing.

I'll cope with the challenge somehow.

Now to see if I can hack my way through the blackberry vines enough to get to my orange trees and find out if any of that fruit is ripe. Whee!

I am so sorry, Connie.

I'm sorry, Consuela. My condolences.

My sympathies to you and your family, Conseuela.

I'm so sorry, Consuela. And I hate that it was such a difficult road for all of you. Wishing you peace today.

I think I'm bagging the swim today. I clearly need a reset, because yesterday's swim was spectacularly bad and my shoulder is still pissed about that+vacuuming. I don't want to, but it seems wise. Besides, it also means I won't have a crazy rush to get to the going-away party later today. So.

I'm unhappy with how many interrupts in the past month, but really, there were only 2 in the last 2 months. It's bigger in my head.

I think I was saved from any alcohol related vomiting in my life because I cannot drink things that taste bad to me.

There's an entire segment of the industry devoted to not tasting bad. My first binge drink was age 15 or so (we were allowed to get tipsy at Christmas and New Years, but drinking wasn't the main event) and we just started at the top of the cocktail menu (this is a bar in one of Jamaica's tourist areas, so no drinking age being enforced, and everything is rum-based so we're on familiar ground--we only know rum, wine, and champagne at this point). I seem to remember saying I'd made it halfway through the menu before I had to stop, but the only clear memories were hugging the toilet and the interminable bedspins (for me the worst part bar none).

But everything tasted great! There wasn't even a slight chance of developing an aversion to anything but sugar.

A later exercise that involved half a bottle of Bailey's--that's something I'm good with never tasting again. Good god, poor judgement.

I hope the rest will help your next swim be more like you want them to be, sara.

Blackberries were not as bad as I had feared. Still bad, but they had only superficially overgrown the path to the orange trees I hacked a couple months ago. I filled my yard waste bin (which will be picked u tomorrow, so I can start again pretty soon) and was able to actually reach a couple of oranges that seem to still not be ripe - roack hard and don't want to come off the branch. The other tree, which ripened in January, appears to have a second harvest fruiting, which is a nice surprise.

And I haven't had breakfast yet. Oops.

That's probably just something I should do when I wake up at 4am and don't have to leave for work until after 8: prune the blackberries.