Got the tires changed this morning (trip number one to and from Kitchener), and shopped for groceries. As a result, I now have a month’s worth of chicken cutlets and salmon portions in the freezer.

Much to my relief, I have settled into a workable relationship with the wine in the cellar and the booze stashed in the cupboard under the sink. For years, I have feared that I would subside into low-grade alcoholism if I let myself get lonely and bored, but I see no sign of that happening. It takes me about four meals (not in a row) to get through a bottle of wine, and hard liquor seems to be limited to an Old Fashioned after choir practice. At this rate of consumption, the current domestic supply will last a long, long time.