I make it a point to treat myself on this horrible time of year when I am reminded of the fact that the aging process means that I get older, not younger, and that I also start to decay faster - not slower... than I had anticipated.
I will instead of dwelling on the inevitability that I will eventually turn into my mother - I will attempt to drown it out with good fermented grapes. Preferably in large quantities... and with others whom enjoy the imbibing of the self-same liquids!
-care to join me on Saturday?
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