She came as she went; she was trying to make the most of it. You know, the way it feels when it feels like you can’t quite do the right thing to do. During attempts to make myself feel better, I couldn’t help but think, I made myself feel better: I used to reckon that attempting to make-the-most-of-it would get me the rest I needed. If I couldn’t drift off, my remedy mainly consisted of enjoying a nightcap and listening to “Coconut Telegraph”. Oh, rum and ginger and a “Good Fight.” Oh, and, perhaps more importantly, my woman!