So, to start off this blog, I thought we’d start with the obvious. It’s a pandemic! I don’t know about you, but I have lost all track of days. Two times a week, I fumble to figure out if it is garbage day. (I’m in an area with a regular garbage day and a recycle day.) Otherwise, I’d be even more lost. Have you had this problem? Today I went outside to walk my dog, Wilma, and wondered, “What day is this?” Recently, like many others, I lost my job. Now, my life is a cycle of Netflix, HBOMax, YouTubeTv, alcohol, and sleep. Sometimes no alcohol and sometimes no sleep. I keep trying to readjust my sleeping patterns, since my inner clock would love to wake up at noon and go to sleep at 5 in the morning. So, about once a month, I stay up as long as I can to reset. The only time this doesn’t happen is when I pass out from one too many whiskeys.
Luckily, I’m not an alcoholic, but I can see the trap laid out before me. No wonder so many people have found their lives upturned by alcohol. Even now, most of the arguments I’ve had with my best friend have been after one too many. We’ve been trapped together in our house since March, with small periods of one or the other of us escaping to a small lake house in the Poconos. (She owns it, not me. So I don’t want to hear about the struggles of the rich, privileged guy!) Without that time apart, one of us would probably be dead. I’m placing odds on me, since she’s tougher than I am, being from the hard streets of Jamaica Plains, Boston. Wilma is a 70 lb. rescue with way too much energy for a sedentary recluse like me. Her whining and nudging get me out of the house to walk her, but even so, I lose track of days. I think we should all buy stock in a calendar company and mass market to people like us. If I physically had to mark off each day of the week, I wonder if life would be better. Suddenly, I feel like being a pen pal to someone in jail that is locked in solitary confinement. I think we’d hit it off, with so many things in common.
“WHAT DAY IS IT?” REMEDY: Red Wine Blend
Tonight I’m drinking a 2017 Dark Blend by Apothic, but there are some great, inexpensive wines that might help you tonight. Try Cheap Bastard (Garage Red) or Good Fucking Wine (Red Blend). They’re actually better and cheaper than Apothic, but not at the liquor store closest to my door. After a few glasses, I no longer care that my sense of time is lost.
Follow me to learn some cocktail recipes and discussion topics later this week. Or next week. I still don’t know what day it is.
The Bitter Truths 