last day

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.