In the words of Yogi Berra, I slud. It all started with a glass of wine and just went downhill from there. Otherwise, I was doing very well. Then there was the hot dog incident. This was closely followed by a coworker who promised to thank me for a favor by bringing me a cup of coffee. When she left it on my desk, she thoughtfully left a cannoli next to it.
Cannoli = Disaster=Tums.
Oy. Well, lesson learned, hopefully. I will just get back on the horse, and be strict. And then maybe this tummy-ache will go away.