(Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles)

I’ve been living with my son a little over three months and things are going pretty good at the moment. There a few issues going on, but nothing onerous to the point I might consider moving into an apartment.

Brownies (Concerto in Jazz byMantovani and His Orchestra)

My son smokes, cigarettes, cigars, and marijuana.

Last week he made brownies, but the marijuana he gets from the neighbor overpowered the flavor.

There was barely a taste of chocolate.

If he makes brownies again, I think I’ll eat a bit more than one square.

Single Malt Scotch (I Can’t Love You Anymore by Lyle Lovett)

My son and I are working our way through a long list of single malt scotch.

The latest is 10 year old Laphroaig.

Next in line is 18 year old Laphroaig.

I’m tempted to get the 25 year old. There are only two problems I can see. The $499.95 price tag doesn’t seem all that worrisome. For a multitude on issues I ran out of my mood stabilizer and have been off them for nearly two weeks. I’m getting a little manic which means $499.95 can be seen as almost feasible if it wasn’t so much money. Except when you’re not running on all cylinders, $499.95 can be seen as a nickel short of $500. So it’s only $400 dollars and change.

The other problem is the one liquor store that has it in stock is in the SODO area of Seattle, but tomorrow I’ll be down that way because I have to go to the VA hospital to get a month’s supply of my mood stabilizer and antidepressant. If I feel the way I am at this moment, I just might plan on figuring how to get there.

(At Last by Etta James)