So after I cleaned up the explosion of tonic water that made its way over most of the surfaces of the kitchen (which was already messy because Michelle went searching for something while I was out and now everything's everywhere until she cleans it up), I fixed myself a Gin and Tonic and contemplated my bizarre lack of coordination. Naturally, I went with a double to go with my dinner for the evening: sliced up smoked salmon pepperoni, fresh baguette, camembert cheese, and Gouda with spices inside. Nothing planned for dessert but that's no doubt a good thing.
I've had a very good night with Michael, we watched Donnie Darko and ate dinner and then breakfast, with the last half hour of Woody Allen's Love and Death thrown in for good measure. Randomly, Hannah and Her Sisters was on this morning, and the world sang with coincidence and we racked the Pinot Noir Racecar. Winemaking's fun; I had rinse with Scope before sucking on a tube. It felt oddly appropriate.
Tomorrow will be the anniversary party, after an obnoxious class of technical writing and a breath of fresh air class of Novel Techniques.