Yesterday’s word, from my desk calendar, is womblety-cropt, “the indisposition of a drunkard after a debauch,” Dictionary of Archaic and Provincial Words (Halliwell, 1855.)

I see where this is going. Feh.

In the paragraph loosely connected to the word, we learn of the Feast Eve of St. Vincent of Saragossa, the patron of drunkards. In the western islands of Scotland (of course), the men celebrated by sitting in a circle and drinking for 24 hours. Two men served as designated barrow-pushers, loading up those who passed out and trundling them to their beds.

Good times.