I emailed my husband around 3:30 today to whine that both calls I had built my day around had to be rescheduled (but only after I had dialed in) and I was still in my pajamas and I needed a drink.
I’m sure he loves getting mail like that.
But oh how I needed a drink — it’s been a week. (And by that I mean a bear of a week, not a week since I’ve had a drink — although it’s been nearly that, too). Two (bearish) weeks actually. My brain is full and randomly deleting things it shouldn’t. I’m stressed over something I have to write that I don’t understand. I’m tired of writing things just to give someone else something to rewrite from. I’m itching to do something creative, and reduced to scratching out drivel that pays the bills.
A little later, energized and brilliant after an iced coffee, I had visions of starting a regular Friday wine and whine.
Fun for me, but not so much for you. I don’t really need to whine online any more than I already do. And I certainly don’t need a designated day to do it. And if I was going to pick a day to whine, it probably wouldn’t be a Friday.
But a Friday wine post? Very doable.
Here’s the first. In the big glass — the one that normally just pretties up the china cupboard. And here’s to many more to come — (posts? glasses? not sure yet) with or without a side of whine.
I like on the table,
when we’re speaking,
the light of a bottle
of intelligent wine.
~ Pablo Neruda