I woke up this morning happy that I swallowed some NyQuil last night because it made me being sick less miserable, I think. I felt okay this morning and foolishly thought I was cured. I wasn’t. I hate being sick.
To make me feel better and to spread horrible contagion around the whine country, we went over the little range of hills west of us and popped into a Costco and a Trader Joe’s to stock up on liquor, wine and food. We are slowly moving north and shopping for important staples, like booze, is going to be problematic. Oregon has state liquor stores that don’t sell Kirkland Irish Cream and their hard liquor costs about twice what it costs in California. Peggy wisely had us pick up a case of Cabernet Sauvignon made by Charles Shaw, otherwise known as “Two Buck Chuck.”
We will need to get some whiskey before proceeding north and I should have acquired some Jack Daniel’s today but I screwed up. I will have one more Costco to go to in Eureka before heading into Oregon and Washington, where liquor is more difficult to acquire or horribly expensive, like in Washington. A year and a half ago when we were in Washington, a half gallon of Jack cost nearly $70. It costs $30 in California Costco stores.
I’m gonna quit now and drink some more Robitussin.