We drank celebratory champagne last night (on the occasion of Darling’s retirement), and I woke up hung over this morning. Can’t remember being hung over in Ajo before. I’m sure in twenty years it’s happened at least once, but can’t remember even one occasion.
We got up and walked the dogs at 5:30 or 6:00 and I felt like I should have an inogen oxygen concentrator, but after beans for breakfast and a cup of tea (and a nap), I felt pretty good.
I don’t know what’s going on, I used to be able to drink a lot bettter than that.
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