...well, not water actually.
I, most often, drink diet coke. In those small plastic bottles. The ones with the screw-on tops. Which I usually keep screwed-on.
I keep them screwed on because I'm somewhat clumsy. Or, if nothing else, I've learned over the years that I don't always look at what I'm doing when I reach for the bottle. Like when I'm reading and feel like something to drink.
The results are predictable.
But, there are occasions when I drink something other than diet coke. Yesterday was one such. A combination of Italian blood orange soda and Italian grapefruit soda. The grapefruit by itself is too tart. The blood orange softens it a bit—and the resultant drink is pink. That can't be bad, can it?
Glasses don't have screw-on tops. And they have wider mouths than those little plastic bottles. And I was reading.
My laptop was next to the glass. As was my cellphone. Two phones, actually. Don't ask. I have a technology habit, that's all.
A Glimmer Train quarterly. An Asimov science-fiction magazine.
I caught the glass before it had...entirely...emptied itself.
On some days I've been heard to say "I tire of myself."
As mentioned above, yesterday was one such.