It's 3:30 in the afternoon. Do you know where your glass of wine is?

I know where mine is...sitting right in front of me on a small table next to my laptop and my sandwich en baguette (chicken liver terrine), waiting to be sipped. The table that just sat down next to me is contemplating wine. Sweet. I'm not a lush. But, I am drinking alone. Ahhh, alone. That's nice, too.

First sip. Thank you, Cafe Presse.