George was sipping from a flask of Southern Comfort this morning. Southern Comfort was about the only hard liquor I drank during my drinking career and I have a weakness for it. I wasn't feeling well this morning when George left the house and also left that flask of Southern Comfort sitting on my piano. George is going to be pissed as I went directly and poured that expensive liquor out. I just didn't want to deal with the temptation today.
I awoke with an abscessed tooth. Nothing a regimen of antibiotics won't cure. Dad is bringing some after lunch. My gum is swollen twice it's size.
Mrs. Florene also called me this morning. She wanted to know if I was participating in Halloween candy giving. I told her I had a big bowl of Reese's peanut butter cups to hand out. I carved my pumpkin yesterday just a little late. I will light the candle inside when it gets about dark. Looking at my handy work will bring me a lot of satisfaction this afternoon. I carved the pumpkin into the DeathStar from Star Wars. I found instructions online. It looks so cool.
Yesterday, Helen cooked a huge pan of cornbread. Much larger than usual. I had cornbread crumbled into warm milk for breakfast. I do love that meal. I bet it sounds odd.