MILKING

Hard to remember the night when a glass of milk before going to bed was not part of the ritual, nor it was ever even an issue o asked about before this night, after a busy day packing books to throw away, getting rid of old clothes that will be useless in the tropics, an afternoon and a long very sociable late lunch with a friend, and then, a walk around the empty space with the few pieces of furniture to be donated and the future life in a different place; and, finally, the usual glass of milk before going to bed; except this time, I started to gasp and cry like babies do. I hope I am not becoming intolerant to lactose.