I've begun drinking again. It's not pretty. The giant bottle of Lambrusco, which I had the little woman buy for me, sits in my frig. The bottle is near empty; it's two months old now. Almost tastes like vinegar. I never liked vinegar. I do like red wine. Jonka used to say that I'm as slow as Santa Claus or as slow as molasses. Now she says I'm as slow as Lambrusco. I'll bet he liked vinegar. Either the drinking or Jonka's taunts will kill me yet.