This evening’s drink of choice: A Manhattan. Four Rose’s Single Barrel, Angostura, Dolin Rouge, three Luxardo Cherries, and a bit of the syrup thereof. The syrup is a witches brew and must be used judiciously. All on the rocks because I like the cherries a bit chilled. Can’t refrigerate them because the syrup, well, it is a witches brew.
The good bits: Got up, was at the gym at 6:00 a.m., light crowd, got in a great lift. Fridays are my heavy days. Sets of 5 reps, heaviest weights I can handle. All new highs today. Three sets this a.m. Takes about 50 minutes. Went back this afternoon for three more sets. A month ago when this started, my max 1 rep Bench was 120 pounds. That’s now my 5 rep weight. So 120 pounds is 80% of my max single rep. You do the math, I’m drinking. Thanks.
The bad bits: spent most of the day in a fog. Don’t think I could spell my name if I had to and I don’t remember it being a difficult name to spell. Screwed up at work. I rather wish I could spend the rest of this year working out, running stairs, drinking quality wine and spirits and eating very little, but very well. And sleeping.
On the subject of sleeping. Well, as The Red Lady says, “The Night is Dark and Full of Terror.” The Lord of the Light burns strong in me. Literally. I wake up around two En Fuego. Overnight lows in the 30’s, I come out to the back porch wearing noting but a diaper and Birkenstocks to cool off. Good luck erasing that one. Bet it takes more than one stiff one of your choosing. Sorry. I warned you upfront.
Ordering out tonight. Don’t trust myself around live fire, what with the powerful drugs and all. Local joint, Louisiana Fried Chicken. In a town known for good Fried Chicken, they are the best. I order from the 51st Street branch. Way better than Harold’s. They also have my new favorite South Side dish, Catfish tails. Bone in tail piece, fin removed. Quite good. Nice light cornmeal breading. Friendly delivery service as well. Big City living has its drawbacks, but having strangers bring you tasty food for a moderate exchange of geld is a benefit.
Life is good. When Life is Bad (as it often is), Life is Good. Thanks for reading, thanks for caring. Go tell someone you love that you love them.
I’m going to do the same. And eat some fried chicken and catfish. After two more of these delicious beverages, the name of which escapes me. Can’t blame the powerful drugs on that.
My Year as a Eunuch 
I can relate to the going out on the deck to cool off. I remember once, during menopause, going out to stick my bare feet in the snow.
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