flowers of ice

Apparently, old habits travel well. A week ago, on the very first night of our holiday , I rather overdid my weekend pour . To save space, I'd packed a gallon of cheap, dark sherry instead of a bulky stack of six-packs. Let's just say the headache lasted two days. My intestines are still negotiating a ceasefire. Anyway. I must have stumbled into bed somewhere around five in the morning. Just after…