I scoffed at the Drynuary guy who granted himself an early dismissal hall pass from his alchohol-free January. But then last night, watching the Australian Open on Lucy’s couch, she offered me a glass of wine. And I accepted. So the cleanse is over, a little early and, I’m guessing, a lot shy on results. What did I accomplish? Twenty days of no drinking and mostly no gluten, processed foods and animal products. A break from unchecked consumptions; brakes on a diet gone bonkers. But weight loss? I don’t think so. This morning that wine — which didn’t taste as good as I thought it would — made my head fuzzy. Stepping out into the gray and bracing January morning, I felt slowed, bloated, desperate for coffee.
Bigger news: Obama’s administration is over, too. Washington is looking gray as well, with a wash of red over the Inauguration crowd — all those “Make America Great Again” hats casting a bloody glow. I’d post a photo, but I can’t bear looking at it.