My head is foggy. I have a cumbersome tomorrow planned. There will be drinking. In many places. Copious amounts. A cancer crawl thing and then a beer festival. I wanted to enjoy these events. Separately. But as fate would like to see it play out, these guys are happening in tandem. And here I am, coasting on the thermals of a surprisingly little fever. I mean, I'm better. Mostly. But gun shy. Worried. I'm in a place in my life where I nod knowingly at modesty and a temperate outlook. Reserve has a nice ring to it.
Oh well. Here's to luck and a well prepared liver. CHEERS.
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