Ruminations

If it should come to pass that you find yourself enjoying half a bottle of cab-sauv over dinner to the point that your eyes seem to be pointing in entirely different directions, and if you should then feel inclined to toss half a dozen of your razor sharp kitchen knives into the sink ready to do the dishes, and if you enjoy playing the piano unencumbered by Band-Aids, you should probably stop before plunging your hands into the hot water...