Monday, Monday
Mondays used to suck. The start of another brutal workweek. What fresh hell awaited?
Now we have to think … what day of the week is it? Now Mondays mean the start of five days where we can avoid the crowds. Between 9am to 11am, and again from 1pm to 3pm… we own the streets, and the stores. Those are the magic hours… at least until the tourists invade for the summer.
Bought my first two bottles of Michigan wine at a Grand Haven tasting room… cheap white wine… I have inexpensive tastes.
Hoping we can finish the apartment and slip away to the Chateau Grand Traverse Winery this week. They have a riesling there that is near perfect.
