By necessity, Pinot and I have an open relationship. While I regularly taste, assess, and enjoy other wines, Pinot is always my first love and the one I return to nightly. It is sensual. It is luxurious. Hedonistic, even.
And then for some reason, tiny insects decided that they just had to commit suicide on my freshly painted doors. Besides tweezing their little carcasses from the paint, there was even more razoring, sanding and repainting!