The Moving Finger Writes; and Having Writ, Moves on

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Ten beers. I began around 1630. I faithfully pursued my 3.2 commitment until fairly recently (about 2300) and now I am ready to chuck it. I have drunk one 'serving' of whiskey and I aim to drink one more 'serving.' What I do after that will forever remain unknown.

(just after I wrote the above there was an orchestral sound from Windows (boom) and I discovered that my connection had failed. I had no trouble re-connecting.)

So here I am, with my second and last serving of whiskey in hand. (By the way, the Recover Post worked in this particular case.)

I leave you with the most famous saying of Omar Khayyam:

The Moving Finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety not Wit,
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out one word of it.