Super rustled ATM.
I worked like a dog all week including watching my youngest son's kid tonight until he went to bed because he was working. At 11 I started a three hour drive to my family's hunting cabin. At 2 I made it, unpacked, my dog is going wild with excitement over grouse season. We both look forward to this all year but it's 3am now, I'm wired, and I need to sleep. I noticed the place and grounds are especially great probably because my brother's friend, who is a two time cancer survivor and recently divorced, has been staying here.
I know I left a really good bourbon there just for an occasion like this. Everything is done so I check the liquor cabinet, it's gone. Everything else is mostly gone as well. Everything from rum, to whiskey, to fucking Jaeger meister has one little sip left at the bottom of the bottle. Like a child that ate all the cookies but left a few partials to cover for the crime the fucker drank it all without replacing.
So here I am, rustled, drinking a whiskey, rum, vodka, courvoisier sour and trying to get tired.