I used to mow at high noon the Saturday after a rip roaring drunk Friday night. I deserved to mow at the hottest time of the day!! I don't know wtf..I think maybe it was to prove to myself that I could drink and still keep up with other responsibility...BUT NO I don't miss it. I was a stark raving nutbird by the end ..I am not sure what happened but whatever it was it was not what I knew as hangovers. It was anxiety ..shaking ...full fledge straight jacket nuts. I no longer suffer ..Morning is my favorite time of day! I love getting up with the birds.
You know..looking back now..I wonder if that wasn't the beginning of DTs. It truly was horrible.