Abstemiousness, thy name is unlikelihood

[desperance]

I would just like to point out that it was five o'clock and that was in fact my first hot toddy of the day, although I am officially sick and it is a privilege of sickness to drink medicinally at any time 'twixt dawn and dawn.

In fact I have drunk water and coffee and tea all day ere this, in the interests of keeping my fluids up. Who am I, you ask, and what have I done with me? Quite so. I may be turning Californian.

Also, that first toddy of the day used up the last of the honey. And if my nice honeyman was at the farmers' market this morning, I must have walked right by him unaware. I told you I was sick. I may have to try molasses sugar instead. Dark and true and tender is the North Toddy.

Or maybe I'll just endure; it's almost dinner-time, after all, and I do have to cook tonight. I dunno, though. I've done quite a lot of enduring, this last couple of days, and endurance is like patriotism, it's just never quite enough. The cake don't take the biscuit. Virtue is its own reward, and endurance is a virtue, and... Yeah. That snake will give itself indigestion, before it starves.