Some day are easier than others. On the not so easy days, I seem to be imbibing a bit more than usual.
But what, I wonder, what makes a day an easy one or a not so easy one ?
One factor I have learned that is part of the equation, is the behavior of the Worthless Ones.
When they decide that the poor, unsuspecting person passing by my the house is a threat or at best a nuisance, they will all, as one, start to bark and run out in the street, chasing the poor fellow.
Or fellowin (f), as they don't seem to have any preference for either sex.
And then, after screaming at them, threatening them with early and painful euthanasia, I grab the proverbial bottle which, in my case, is a carton, and I drink.
So that is a bad day; thanks to the Worthless Ones.
But it keeps makers of cheap and tasteless wine in business.