A double shot of good single malt, sipped on an empty stomach. My feet still hurt, but somehow that mild pain is not as important as it was before with the mild buzz and lovely aftertaste.

A double shot (or two beers) several times a week is a bright line in the sand that I don't cross. Been doing this for about 25 years now. It's one of life's little pleasures I'm thankful for and don't dare abuse.

This forum's been justifiably pretty heavy the past few weeks. I hope to add some lightness ocassionally for balance. Life, even with serious PN pain and a pesimistic prognosis, can have play and lightness, humor and love. That kept me going the early horrible years with PN.