The outside world seems to be embracing my alcoholism and gifting accordingly. We received several bottles of wine. One sister-in-law gifted me another White Whale mixer (previously, The Mob Man, to mix with rye; this year The Filthy Liar, lychee based to mix with gin). Another gave us a bottle of fig vodka and some Fever Tree ginger beer to make figgy Moscow Mules (which I attempted for the first time last night—quite good!). The step-father-in-law found the book The Dead Rabbit Grocery and Grog: Mixology and Mayhem: The Story of John Morrissey and the World’s Best Cocktail Menu, a bar I’ve been to twice, neither time under perfect circumstances, and he was surprised to discover I knew it. And this (may I say my very favorite?): a bottle of Havana Club Añejo (7 Year). I don’t know whether I love it because one can’t buy it in the U.S. or if I love it because it’s so good. Maybe both. Our Czech neighbor got it for us over the summer and sat on it til Christmas. A round sticker slapped on the box announces, “Yes! Now you can take Havana Club into the US!” I had carried it once for a friend. Now a friend has done that for me.