Ages ago, I was visiting a bud, and he noticed that I was prone to drink a lot, and by drink a lot, I mean a few quarts of sugar-free generic Kool-Aide-style soft drink each day.
Get your minds out of the liquor store, no matter how much you're liking the AC there these days.
So on a follow-up visit, he gifted me with a cup.
52 ounces. I used it regularly until a couple of years ago when I stopped. No, I don't know why. I just did. I also lost touch with the bud.
So last night, here, out of the blue, comes a text message. It was a pleasant moment. Turning, I reached for the cup from the cupboard. Two sticks of Wyler's and a fill-up of Raleigh's finest, and we're good to go this morning.
Yeah, I'll probably need a potty chair in my office today. Or a catheter.