The Old Soldier got drunk yesterday. I’m not bragging. It’s just a statement of fact. I even had a hang over this morning. Now that is really unusual, a beer hang over.
But I was so happy that Medicare did not take anything out of my Social Security (and I bought a case of beer instead of a six-pack–the case is cheaper in the long run than buying individual six-packs) that I just had to celebrate my good fortune.
How’s everyone doing? I have been eating meatless potato meals to get back to healthy eating; but I do have a bag of frozen fish in the freezer. A fish sandwich with plenty of hot sauce goes so well with cold beer. So, I’ll probably be eating a lot of fish in the next few days.
What does any of this have to do with writing or being a writer?
Well, writers have to eat and drink, don’t they?
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