Cats and dogs and all kinds of sickness

Diary of the past 48 hours

The million hours of rain finally came to an end this morning.

Okay, if we have to be picky about it, when I say a million I actually mean 48.

I only mention this because in the middle of interminable deluge and gloom I found myself asking:

David, is it possible that in your happier, healthier alcohol-free new world you find yourself leaning more heavily…