I'd meant to have a single glass because it had been a long day and save the rest for after I finished writing, but hard cider is dangerous because it goes down so easily -- before I quite realized, I'd finished the half-a-bottle I'd had left at the start of the evening. Ooops. *sheepish* Fortunately I am a good enough typist that I can correct my alcohol-induced typos (to coin an awkward word) without losing much writing speed.