Foley's toddy is simple: sugar, light rum, hot water and a lemon slice (in the right of the photograph). My variation is dark rum and lime to give it and me more of a groggy payoff. Oh, and nutmeg, why not.

I hoped that you would see this item. As you know, I once (like in fifth grade) had that down pat. Now, I can do the last ten words (although if I'm in certain company I end with "no one.") (I still find myself doing the trill thing.)
Thanks for being and remain unafraid.

I remember when Purchase Street was bricked over and no cars got in from Union to Elm Street, back in the Eighties. I don't know if businesses got any benefit from that; eventually they pulled up the bricks and opened it to traffic again. Yet, they keep widening the sidewalks.

It’s called “Drinksgiving” or “Blackout Wednesday “ in some quarters.

I long ago let my Blogger lease expire, and recall how I felt limited on Twitter, left that mire for the free-range inanity of Facebook (currently a craftless realm of Dad jokes and christo-fascist Snoopy memes). Now let's see how Bluesky shakes out.

It's the best there is.