Here I sit, burgers grilling, doggusses barking at birds and squirrels, 53 minutes remaining on the laptop battery... I am sipping a 2005 Clos LaChance viognier, very lightly chilled, medium straw in color; a tad sweeter than I'd like, notes of honeysuckle; more honeysuckle in the mouth, minerals on the mid-palate, not as many layers as, say, the McManis I wrote about the other day; and, at $25 more than I usually pay (and definitely overpriced) but it's a pleasant wine fora pleasant night and while I can find fault with it, I can't dislike it. Amiable all around.
The Littlest Offering plays next door in Neighbor Q's yard with her great friend, The Littlest P. I am to yell when the burgers are done. I suppose I will.
UO got his official review today and was told (and I am paraphrasing here) that on communications he "meets expectations" but apparently doesn't exceed them because he uses too many multi-syllable words. Allllllrighty then. Dickheads are a fact of life. And, as he stoically points out, they gave him a nifty new title and an extra $15K in salary, so he really can't complain. But I can!
Had the dubious distinction of being interviewed for the assn news sheet, the ______ Inquirer. Full of pod people gossip! The pod people want to know! One of the questions was, "is there anything quirky or interesting/off-beat about you that people should know?" HAR. As if I'd say! And no, I didn't admit to the blog. I'm sure they'd find it pretty inconsequential...but why take the chance?
It's a soft night here in Silver Spring, MD. Sweet sipping, friends!