Sunday
For no real reason, C’s glass of dinner-time pinot noir has looked really, really tempting yesterday and today. The visceral pull, where I just wanted to grab the glass and take a sniff, then a sip.
While clearing up, I did take a sniff… and it did smell good. All the delicious complexities, the layers of fruit and flower, the familiar smell of that particular shade of ruby.
Where to go with that? No where.
It wasn’t the buzz I was missing, it was the taste. At least I think that’s what it was. Of course, it’s so hard to tweeze apart when addiction plays a role in the memories and choices we make.
Back to my La Croix and online shopping addiction* while C gives the boys a bath.
*Post on this coming soon…