The Holidays Are Killing Me...

Just wrapped our third or fourth (or thirty-fourth) dinner party in the last few days. Feeling staggered. So much good food and drink, such convivial guests (and hosts), and, earlier today, hours of unimpeachable Schlager/Volksmusik, spilling forth in a constant loop of wholesome depravity. The diabolical black forest cherry cake went exceptionally well with James Last...

Don't think I can drink another drop of alcohol.

TS