I’m waiting for Damon to get home so we can visit his newly-born nephew at the hospital.
Having a little time to spare, I opened a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc.
Mid-pour, I couldn’t help but think that this was my body’s coping mechanism before setting foot onto the maternity ward. This is what I do. Whenever I have to embark upon something that may make me slightly uncomfortable, my answer is unfailing: WINE, WINE, WINE.
