I am making a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post at eight o’clock on a Sunday morning. Too early to swoon, you say? Nonsense! The early bird get the worm, or the chaise lounge, as the case may be. I once said, “The early bird gets the worm, but the late bird gets spaghetti,” with a waggish intonation. I forgot I said it and when reminded, I said, “I said that? I’m witty,” arguably a more quotable line, unless you are inordinately fond of spaghetti, which I am.
When I first started typing the preceding paragraph, a little bubble appeared on my Chromebook reading, “help me write.” I was highly offended. Help me write? I need no help to write! I am an excellent writer! And I do not care if I flatter myself.
Mmmm… wine…
I threw in a picture, to distract from the fact that I was flattering myself. This is Montezuma Winery’s tasting room in Old Forge, NY, which I visited with my sister Cheryl last fall. I was mentioning their tasting room in Cooperstown just yesterday. I like to visit tasting rooms.
My situation this morning, by the way, is that I must take my shower and pack, because I am going to Rome to spend Mother’s Day with my lovely mother and equally wonderful father. I intend to spend the night. I do not know why I become so flustered over what should in fact be a fairly routine matter, but so it is. However, I have managed a blog post of over 200 words, so my daily blogging habit continues. Once again, I thank you all for tuning in.
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