The Perils of Scotch and Popcorn

Sorry, that's what I did last night. I could not sit still, let alone write a thoughtful essay. I walked from room to room, listening to the radio news. I popped an enormous bowl of popcorn, and burned a bunch of it. I poured myself a scotch-and-soda, which inexplicably has become my drink of choice. I finally settled upstairs on the sofa and changed channels about a million times. And I fell asleep with a sense of possibility. Awoke early to hope and relief. No thoughtful post just yet.