Oh, I’ve had a few, in a younger day, many years ago. Rather wild literary and artistic scene here… But certainly not last night – I did have some white wine with my empanadas and mixed green salad, but not remotely drunk, or hungover this morning. However, I am terribly cold and refuse to crank up the heat.
I don’t drink hot chocolate because of the cow milk (allergy) and sugar.
So of course my coffee is always black, unless I have some soya or goat’s milk.
Livia is “capturing” clean socks out of the laundry basket and carrying them around, growling and “killing” them. She is fed up of the bitter cold wave capturing much of northeastern North America in its too-often mortal grasp.
I’ll have to play with her for a while – nice distraction from work. I’m listening to waltzes on Radio-Canada and pretending to be in Vienna between the wars (thinking of the mother of a friend of mine who lived until 100… between Vienna, Sao Paulo and a progressive, artistic kibbutz in southern Israel, painting until the end). Believe it or not, her name was Heidi…
Cutest hangover kitten is FAR too young to be drinking!!!!
Bonne année à toutes et tous (et surtout aux CHATS) and wish us in northeastern North America an end to this !”@£/%¤¦&!!! cold wave. I don’t want Livia to go bonkers!