Two things have prevented me from flinging myself into the wide world and going LALALALALA FREE! (I mean. Cabin fever is a thing, yo, and I would properly mask and social distance, etc.)
One: My parent's church is determined to feed us. They delivered dinner the last two nights and today is pulled pork sandwich fixings, good for lunch or dinner. I had to wait for the delivery. The pasta salad was DELICIOUS.
Two: Sparkling Wine.
So: background. Mom and Dad don't drink. Well. Dad has confessed to imbibing on rare occasions, so I've felt less impetus to hide my consumption of alcohol in front of him, and have ordered multiple cases of wine in the last six months. The latest, from Gruet, a local NM winery that specializes in champagne-method sparkling wine, should be delivered in the next week. I had a single bottle that I'd picked up at Wine World and cracked it today. Basically: ALL the pomegranate mimosas.
ALL OF THEM. An entire bottle's worth.
Interspersed with pots of tea to maintain hydration, the lack of which means the Bane of Hangovers.
Because headaches suck and tea is also delicious, if not quite as prone to altered states cognition.
So, Dad is out of the house. He has been wanting to go down to Las Cruces for Business Reasons. (my brother and I are rather skeptical on the outcomes of said Business Purposes, 'schemes' as it were, but he's pursuing his passion and he even left early to go bird-watching at this sanctuary/preserve along the way. Which is so great.
But now that he's out of the house, I feel a little free to IMBIBE as it were.
And drunk-call my brother.
Who is playing DnD with my nieces, so that is a thing of awesome to listen to. Youngest niece has just zapped a grell with her AWESOME lightning powers, and then has been POISONED - will her Sister Heal her with her AMAZING powers? Listening to them run through the dungeon is pretty entertaining, especially while drunk.
Death sucks, but ongoing life is still pretty good.
One: My parent's church is determined to feed us. They delivered dinner the last two nights and today is pulled pork sandwich fixings, good for lunch or dinner. I had to wait for the delivery. The pasta salad was DELICIOUS.
Two: Sparkling Wine.
So: background. Mom and Dad don't drink. Well. Dad has confessed to imbibing on rare occasions, so I've felt less impetus to hide my consumption of alcohol in front of him, and have ordered multiple cases of wine in the last six months. The latest, from Gruet, a local NM winery that specializes in champagne-method sparkling wine, should be delivered in the next week. I had a single bottle that I'd picked up at Wine World and cracked it today. Basically: ALL the pomegranate mimosas.
ALL OF THEM. An entire bottle's worth.
Interspersed with pots of tea to maintain hydration, the lack of which means the Bane of Hangovers.
Because headaches suck and tea is also delicious, if not quite as prone to altered states cognition.
So, Dad is out of the house. He has been wanting to go down to Las Cruces for Business Reasons. (my brother and I are rather skeptical on the outcomes of said Business Purposes, 'schemes' as it were, but he's pursuing his passion and he even left early to go bird-watching at this sanctuary/preserve along the way. Which is so great.
But now that he's out of the house, I feel a little free to IMBIBE as it were.
And drunk-call my brother.
Who is playing DnD with my nieces, so that is a thing of awesome to listen to. Youngest niece has just zapped a grell with her AWESOME lightning powers, and then has been POISONED - will her Sister Heal her with her AMAZING powers? Listening to them run through the dungeon is pretty entertaining, especially while drunk.
Death sucks, but ongoing life is still pretty good.