Early evening of Day 10 and the fact that there is nothing too much to report is, of course, good news indeed. Still on the wagon -- incidentally, I read in an autobiography of Louis Armstrong today the origins of that phrase; in the early 20th Century when Louis was a teenager, there were at least 100 jazz/blues bands in his home town of New Orleans, and in such a competitive atmosphere, the bands had to advertise. This they did on Sundays, when they hired furniture removal carts (pulled by horses) and rode them through the neighbourhood playing their instruments to promote their services. In those days in those neighbourhoods, the majority of the men would spend Sundays drinking or gambling, and the comparative temperance of the men riding around on horse and carts led to the phrase -- 'on the wagon'.
Here endeth the lesson in sociolinguistics.
No coffee, no alcohol -- on bar of Toblerone, naughty me -- but a good session at the gym, my tenth straight day at the gym, a minor milestone. All is relatively well.
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