Well, here we are celebrating Easter and our Risen Lord
on Cape Cod at our vacation home
(also known as The Chatham Money Suck),
where I have spent the last 36 hours airing out and dusting
and cleaning up endless mouse droppings.
Anyway, it seemed like a reeeeeallllly good idea to crack open a bottle of wine
this morning at about 10.

It's a holiday and all.

It was sort of like a mimosa, only without the orange juice.

So now it is noon, and I am headed to my Mother in Law's for Easter dinner.
And I might be just the tiniest bit pickled.

Praise Jesus.