Eureka!
OK, Fran and anyone else (that probably means you, Bridget!) I think I know why I haven’t been blogging as much. I’ve been sleeping much better. And a lot of my best blogging has been done early in the morning, which lately is the time when I do my best sleeping.

I think of blog things at work, too. But I don’t always have time to act on them. You know, I do try to work. You would think summer would be slow, but there is plenty to keep me busy. Always something, plus a little something extra. Like the woman who emailed me that she wanted to be unbaptised because it had been done against her will when she was a child and religion is the cause of most of the suffering in the world and would I take care of this matter and also, if I could be so kind, would I please make a certificate of unbaptism and removal from the Church, suitable for framing. And send it to her. In Europe. That kind of thing.

When the sunbeams hit my face this morning, I woke up, said my morning offering and decided, I feel exceedingly well and I should go back to sleep until the alarm goes off.

I would have thought today would have been a blog day, owing to my low tolerance of alcoholic beverages and Bridget’s kind offer of the lovely shots of Corazon tequila last evening. Yes, the first shot was to be cordial and supportive of Bridget’s job. How could she promote a product that her own mother wouldn’t touch, right? How was I to know that that would be the best (not that I’m a connoiseur) tequila that I would ever have? Bridget explained it all to me, what makes it superior, how it differs from the Tequila Corazón de Agave Añejo and the other Corazon that I can’t remember. For someone who was starting to sound somewhat pixilated she was able to recite an impressive amount of information.(And I thought she was just an expert in Jagermeister and its 56 herbs etc. Studying for that test - good fun.) Most of which went over my head, except for the fact that she doesn’t like to say Anejo while working because it can be misunderstood for an obscenity. That I cannot help with, having dropped out of my first year of college Spanish because the instructor said I just couldn’t pronounce the words right. (I could give Anejo a try - it doesn’t involve rolling any Rs)

The second and third shot were just to be sociable. And ward off scurvy with the lime. (Or is it rickets?) By this time I was appreciative of the “very tempting, mellow and elegant agave flavor surrounded by a hint of cardomom and smokiness, subtle straw-like notes,
moderate body with earthy and mineral components, soft and creamy on the tongue with a silky texture and light nutty tones.”

Then I scuttled off to bed. (I can be foolish, but I’m not stupid) Stopping along the way to put another load of wash in the dryer, hang up the wash I brought upstairs and edify myself by looking up tequila in The Bad Catholic's Guide To Wine, Whiskey, And Song.
Expecting to wake up early with pvc’s and a throbbing head and just maybe something to blog about. But I didn’t.

Corazón de Agave Blanco is imported by Sidney Frank Importing Co. New Rochelle, NY
Always drink responsibly.
Store bottle out of mother’s reach.