Today I drove for the first time in four or more weeks, as my car reminded me. It took three cranks to get it to actually turn over. After the second batch of spluttering and whining, I told my poor Neon that it had better just get over it and work for me. He finally did, and we motored down to the store about a mile from my house.
Where I went in, flashed my ID, and bought vodka. Ketel One imported, to be exact.
So, very soon, I will be eating mac and cheese, drinking tea, and doing shots of vodka for the first time since... well, December, when I got the blood clots in my lungs and had to go on Coumadin.