The month of my 50th birthday is finally over. Whoop de doo.

I was planning on writing a lengthy post drawing equivalencies between seemingly disparate life choices, but I opted to re-open the bottle of Sineann Pinot we started last night instead.

You’re welcome.

Speaking of Sineann wines, we’re planning another trip up to McMinnville later in March to re-visit a couple of vineyards. I called Sineann to make sure they’d be open and Peter Rosback, the owner and wine maker, answered the phone: “Sineann, Rosback.” That’s the equivalent of calling The Rolling Stones and hearing “Stones, Richards.”

I’ll get to the big fat post tomorrow. Or not.