Unhhhhh...

 
Reminder, to readers and to self: do not combine Alavert™ and alcohol. If you are at all like me, you will receive a hangover of a sort you have seldom seen in all your born days.

Yesterday we accomplished a real milestone: Stella and I took a "walk." Well, OK, Stella walked and pushed me in my wheelchair two blocks to the tiny pocket park (Helen's Park) that could have been a daily pleasure while we lived here had my old frame co-operated.

The trip was rough, and I had no experience with the jolts and unexpected slopes of street and sidewalk pavement. But the day was beautiful, and the park was everything I remembered. The air was full of some sort of pollen or ragweed, and of course typical Sunday afternoon auto emissions (not too bad in our neighborhood, but still, this is Houston), so I took an over-the-counter med for my typical Houston allergies. Apart from my usual grunting at hitting bumps, the trip was uneventful.

Then I foolishly had a couple of beers afterward. No, it was really only a couple.

This morning I feel as if I've been drafted to play harpsichord in that old Jethro Tull marathon, "Thick as a Brick" (yes, there is a harpsichord in there).

Unhhhhh...