It’s Sunday morning, and I’m sitting at my sister’s kitchen table. I’ve been here since Friday evening and it’s been a non-stop whirlwind of family kinds of things, including throwing a birthday party for my b-i-l. We’re not going to talk about how many bottles of wine have been consumed between my sisters, my cousin and myself. Let’s just say it’s still in the single digits, but not in the low ones. And that Vineland Estates Dry Riesling is my new favourite wine.
Enough about our drinking problems [1]. I haven’t even come close to meeting my word count for the last four days, let alone the first day. So far, I have one paragraph and a sentence on the second one. Woo. Go me.
I’m heading home shortly, where I will spend the rest of the afternoon and evening trying to meet my target.
[1] Namely, that we ran out and had to stop.