Oliver (aka Olivier, aka Bugsy, aka Shredder, aka Vicious Squirrel, our Pomeranian/Beagle mix) and I started shortly before noon, trekking the long drive Up North. He's almost one year old now, and at a whopping 16 lbs, he can shred any stuffed toy, attack any leaf that moves across the sidewalk, and howl at anyone who walks in front of the living room window (as long as the glass is between them, protecting him from strangers). He's a grade "A" guard dog. The picture below shows him in all his fury.
Anyway, I got in sometime between 5 and 6, and went with my mom to the local grocery store to wander the aisles for something for dinner. Along the way, I found myself in the
So now that a plan has developed in my spontaneous trip, I feel better about my decision spend $3.30 per gallon both ways in gas. Snowshoeing sounds in order while I'm here too. Back in the grocery store, I did start the vineyard hopping early by purchasing a bottle of Chateau Chantal "Nice" Red Wine. I have a few notes scratched out, and will review in my next post. I'm still on Central time, so... not tired yet. I also brought four or five bottles from home that I probably won't drink, but I'm always prepared in case I find a party... which is always possible. They're harder to find on Mondays and Tuesdays, but maybe I'll just have to start one.