Up early today, coffee made, and the dread of heading back to work hangs over me. I wish I could stay home just a few days more. Get in more lazing about; get more cleaning and organizing completed; just not have to be at work checking e-mails and answering phone calls and actually doing my job. Le sigh.
For my last day of freedom we drank. Horton Vineyards and Barboursville Vineyards wine tastings, to be exact. I had made a vegan couscous and butternut squash salad and gathered together a picnic in one of my cute vintage tin picnic baskets, but the 30-degree weather meant a picnic was a lost cause. Not that we didn't attempt it. The beau was actually the voice of reason. I had plans to shiver through my pain. 60-degree weather all last week or so, and now this?! But small little snowflakes fell on us as we left the last winery, which made the cold seem a little magical at least.