CCCXXVIII: W(h)ine-o

I feel like all I've been doing today is whine. I apologize to anyone I've encountered in the past 14 hours. In my defence, it's because the last real vacation I had this year, other than a 3-night excursion to Penticton with a few friends this summer, was my one week solo trip to New York in the spring.

In other words, I haven't had my normal minimum of one consecutive month's vacation. And you can't really count a couple of vacation days here and there--or rather staycation days--because I didn't really spend these in an altered state of mind or in another province/state/country in general. Which means I've been practically working nonstop since July 2009.

!!!!!!!

Two months from today, I will be sleeping in a bed in my aunt's house in Milan. Six days later, I'll be in my own (shared) apartment in Florence. And five days after that, Pleuve and I will take Tuscany by storm.

Do you know what they make in Tuscany? Wine.

It comes full circle.