Now I'm sick as a dog.

Sorry.

I am not ill like that, but I have been about 90 percent well for about three weeks now. There is something going around in these parts that doesn't feel bad but doesn't let go either.

Anyway, it hasn't prevented me from indulging, and scotch has been a usual comfort, even Glenfiddich 12.

Sometimes, though, when ailing, I get too bored with alcohol as a whole to drink it. That almost happened yesterday, in the late morning, just before a lunch appointment; fortunately, just as I was considering temperance for the day, I remembered I had a flask with me, and recharged my taste for things.

Best to you,

Saz