uncorked.

it's been a rough week, to put it mildly. in typical marcy fashion, i weep, i dry my eyes, and then i keep on movin' . . . what else, exactly, am i supposed to do?

with another foot of snow coming in over the next 36 hours, it seems like the perfect opportunity to hole up indoors, unwind, and reflect.

to do so, i have put on my knee highs and opened a bottle of wine. pinot noir tastes much better while sitting in your underwear and knee highs. in case you were wondering.