On the subject of just how quickly things can go wrong when you take so much as a sip there is a poem by Edna St Vincent Millay called 'Not so far as the forest' and a quote in that poem has always struck home for me:
"Night falls fast
Today is in the past
Blown from the dark hill hither to my door
Three flakes, then four
Arrive, then many more"
Always chilled me to the bones. To everyone out there, if the night is falling fast around you, stay strong, the night passes, draw strength from whatever support you have around you and HOLD. ON. It's time to sleep for me over here in dreary old England.
May peace be with you all tonight.