Have you ever done this? (Or a reasonable fact simile.)

Last night at 1:30 a.m. after playing with Baby Darling—we made dragon’s houses, and caterpillar houses, and read three books, and after Baby D ran into the kitchen to tell me he had just peed in the potty chair, and washed his hands all by himself, I raved and said good night and dug something out of the refrigerator.

  

I poured myself a shot of tequila, ate radishes with peanut butter, licked salt off my hand, drank a swig of tequila, bit a lime, followed it with a few potato chips, and staggered off to bed, thinking to myself, Maybe I’ve died and don’t know it yet.