Wine is not only too much work, but also too much commitment. A bottle of cider is less than half the number of ounces of wine.

May you not have to shopvac, sara. That can be wishful thinking, huh?

Wine is not so much a commitment if you have a Vacuvin. A little more work, though

Brother Cadfael is on YouTube! I can revel in Derek Jacobi's voice. what brave new world to have such wonders in't!

Until I french-drain/ trench + sump pump my basement, I will ALWAYS have need to shopvac. That I can live with.

But hopefully I can avoid doing it for the sewer line for a bit. Basically giving the snaking one more go before I surrender to committing to a new line+cleanout+ TEAR UP MY NEW FRONT YARD (I think that bothers me more than even the $$$$. Goddamn, I will have to dig up all those plants, get the guy to rebuilt the wall, uhhg.) Will start getting bids soon though. It is inevitable, just a question of next couple months or next couple of years.

A bottle of wine is never too much commitment. But possibly I have a ridiculous alcohol tolerance, cause I'd be just slighly tipsy. Only way I'll feel it is if it is very tannic and then my joints feel like they're gritty the next day.

I have no tolerance anymore, which is fine.

I had to wear my new cheap swim suit today because I didn't hang my other one up. Man, I hate it, but it was only $20 and I will wear it out in a few months so it's hard to get too upset.

The tuna is leftover from my misadventure with Jimmy Johns last night.

While the delivery instructions said that the buzzer was broken so they'd need to call my cell, the driver did not bring his phone. So after buzzing the broken buzzer for a while he went back to the store and then called me to tell me he'd buried the bag in the bushes out front. Which we don't actually have. After scouring the neighbors bushes for a while (in freezing rain) I finally found it in a big plant on the porch. And the sodas were cans, not fountain, which was the whole reason I ordered in the first place.

But I'm low on dog chow so the dog eating a tuna sub and a sweet potato for dinner means the chow will stretch to breakfast and then we can go get some more.

But a bad/worn out suit is so damn annoying. Also, chafing. My last super cheap (but still poly, so it laaaaasted, even as it tried to kill me/make me flash the pool) suit annoyed me all the time, and I'd bought 2. But my favorite speedos came up for a super sale, so I bought 2 of those and moved on. Always have the backup cheap one. But never again. Sticking with the speedos, just keeping on alert for sales.

Nice thing about the tolerance is that I really can savor a good wine all night and taste how it changes as it sits or with different nibbles, or compare quite a variety at a flights night. Bad thing is that it is spendy.

then called me to tell me he'd buried the bag in the bushes out front. Which we don't actually have. After scouring the neighbors bushes for a while (in freezing rain) I finally found it in a big plant on the porch.

Um, that is so many kinds of wrong. And then I get to abandoned tuna and I can't get over that, freezing temps or no.

Wow, brenda, that is an incredible misadventure. Impressive!

"Buried the bag in the bushes out front" may be the craziest thing I've ever heard. Related to food delivery, at least.

Basically giving the snaking one more go before I surrender to committing to a new line+cleanout+ TEAR UP MY NEW FRONT YARD (I think that bothers me more than even the $$$$. Goddamn, I will have to dig up all those plants, get the guy to rebuilt the wall, uhhg.)

Ugh, that all sounds terrible.