Got home from a Santo Daime work tonight. Then I drank some water. Carelessly. The way a person does who has forgotten that the universe enjoys irony.

Hic.

You’d think I’d have learned to sip like a Victorian lady at high tea by now. Instead, I apparently chug like I’m trying to win a contest. The hiccups arrived right on schedule to collect their tribute.

I tried sugar, the classic remedy. Hic.

Lying still and trying to sleep while your own diaphragm stages a small, rhythmic rebellion is utterly futile. I guess I’ll write a blog post (this one).

I am frustrated to admit that this is the third or fourth time this has happened since 2022. Note to future self: drink the water carefully. Filing this under “lessons I apparently need to learn four times.”