Carry me, Cognac, the road is dull...

Friday and I feel wordless, so just an update. My sister is speaking, having been tricked by a tricky speech therapist into forcing a bit of cough over her vocal cords. It appears to have worked, and she is learning slowly the things she knows already. Such is life.

We are out of the damned ICU, and on to the rehab hospital portion of the tour. Some sad stories, and I feel like a dumb, hand-me-down Dante. My kingdom for a trip to Galway, or even the Outer Banks.

I superstitiously offered up Bourbon to the brain-god, as the true One was disinterested. I am left to find a new love. Cognac is leading the race, although sake has a certain Eastern vagueness…

In other news Gucci loafers, Burberry, and Creed Irish Tweed. Delight in the delightful, they say, and they say expect the rest.

If anyone reading this ever needs anything, seriously, don’t hesitate to ask.