It is good to have friends.

Even friends that take almost a week to respond to an email with a phone call going "You sounded tragic and we are concerned, is everything all right?"

At least they got the message.

For the record, I'm not "all right". It's the holiday season, Thanksgiving in two days and I spent good money on a bottle of Glen Fiddich 12 year whiskey because Liquortown didn't have half pint or pint bottles and, well, Wolf. So that's what we're doing Wednesday night, Zahde. Toasting our Beloved Dead under the full moon with Wolf's favorite whiskey. The rest will either be held for later toasts or given to someone who will appreciate a bottle with about four shots missing.

Might have to double up on my zoloft for the next two months. We shall see.