drank far too much red wine (apparently booze is a winter Wednesday thing?)
still managed to cook up a delicious mushroom bourguignon
sang along – loudly and poorly – to my Marvin Gaye Pandora station
had a few phone chats with Franny, who’s vacationing with her grandparents for the week
tried – and failed – to remember what, exactly, we’d done before adding the puppy to our lives
eschewed the snow outside my window, instead focusing my thoughts squarely on the 50-plus degree weather we’ll be jetting off to in just under three days. It’s not a Caribbean island, exactly, but I think it’ll do for now.