of Possets...

I've been playing silly buggers with insomnia this week, so belegcuthalion suggested hot milk with honey in, and I tried it last night...er... very early yesterday morning and it was good.

Tonight I tipped over at 8:30 and woke up at 9:15 unbearably cold so I took a hot bath with Lord Peter the book, darn it and when I finally clambered out of the cooling water I decided to short circuit tonight's sleeplessness with honey and milk again.

Only I added a smidgen of brandy.

I think that's just about the ingredients of a posset, although microwaved, so I am now going to feel virtuously smug about doing useless research for a story I've already written down...

And sleep. Yeah. Got to remember the sleep part of the equation...

*yawn*

of Possets...

I've been playing silly buggers with insomnia this week, so belegcuthalion suggested hot milk with honey in, and I tried it last night...er... very early yesterday morning and it was good.

Tonight I tipped over at 8:30 and woke up at 9:15 unbearably cold so I took a hot bath with Lord Peter the book, darn it and when I finally clambered out of the cooling water I decided to short circuit tonight's sleeplessness with honey and milk again.

Only I added a smidgen of brandy.

I think that's just about the ingredients of a posset, although microwaved, so I am now going to feel virtuously smug about doing useless research for a story I've already written down...

And sleep. Yeah. Got to remember the sleep part of the equation...

*yawn*

glimmer

Every once in a while you hit a turn of phrase that tucks itself quickly into your assumptions about how the world, or life, or love really works....

I think this one has potential.

You do not choose a wife because your immortal reason tells you that she is a superior woman, but because her eyes please your eye, or because she has an exquisite manner of making you feel that you are after all stronger or wiser or handsomer than most men have the sense to see.


From here.

glimmer

Every once in a while you hit a turn of phrase that tucks itself quickly into your assumptions about how the world, or life, or love really works....

I think this one has potential.

You do not choose a wife because your immortal reason tells you that she is a superior woman, but because her eyes please your eye, or because she has an exquisite manner of making you feel that you are after all stronger or wiser or handsomer than most men have the sense to see.


From here.