These last weeks have been tough. Deadlines had to be suspended. I’m still struggling.

Anyway, last night I had Alpha Noble with a pro:

(French brand, not cheap.)

“What do you think?” the pro asked me after the first shot.

I didn’t want to embarrass myself, so I mumbled something along the lines of: “a 7 out of 10, goes down easily, but lacks individuality, might be good in a mixer.”

The pro said only one word: “sour.”

So we were going to give it a 6 or something.

The evening went on, I went into the vodka, and soon I was listening to myself telling stories about tears in Turpan and swindlers in Detmold. I realized that I had had too much to drink, so I went home.

Then, much to my surprise, this morning the pro sent me a mail: “the vodka was pretty good,” he said, “there was no hangover.”

And he was right. So this one turned out to be a 7, or maybe even an 8. I am not sure.

…

Then I did some work.

…

Then I went swimming:

I lay my head down on the water.

The water was cool and soft, and it didn’t know about deadlines.
It was everywhere.

It felt very soothing.

Soundtrack: Morcheeba – “I Am The Spring”