“Where do you hide the corkscrew?” she asked. “Wine is not scheduled for Tuesdays.” “Fuck that,” said Rosie. There was a certain logic underlying Rosie’s response. I would only be eating a single serving of dinner. It was the final step in the abandonment of the evening’s schedule. I announced the change. “Time has been redefined. Previous rules no longer apply. Alcohol is hereby declared mandatory in the Rosie Time Zone.”
