I’ve quit drinking cold turkey.
A story of learning the secrets of sump pumps, including a trip into a crawl space with two feet of water in it. Good times, good times.
Sleep comes slowly most nights, and not at all if I try it in my bed. So I lean back onto the family-room couch, pillows behind my back, a stiff but warm blanket wrapped around me when it’s cold. I watch cartoons, sometimes with a bourbon or scotch in my hand, for as long as…