"Some days are diamonds," as John Denver sang, and some....some just aren't.
We all have our days that we'd just as soon have slept through, but couldn't. This was one. And so I looked forward to dinner and my dinner glass of wine.
I am not recommending alcohol in any form as a remedy for when "some days are stones," but there are times when a judicious sip of the nectar of the grape helps to relax the mind and lighten the mood. This was one of those times.
Oh dear, this is beginning to sound seriously serious. Simple explanation: I come from a long line of anxiety-prone ancestors - and yes, the gene has descended to me - which is why an upcoming, common medical procedure has me trembling like a bowl of jello in an earthquake, and for no good reason. So...a prescribed pill? or a few ounces of very good wine. Not a difficult decision to make.
An occasion such as this calls for something special. In the cellar we had a bottle of what to us is a very special and delicious wine: Sentinel 2006 from Milbrandt: 91 points, Wine Advocate. ("An exquisite red blend with composition coming from vines planted in the ancient Caliche soils above the glacial floodline at our Northridge vineyard. Limited edition. Blended with Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Petit Verdot, Malbec and Petite Sirah." I couldn't have said it better myself.)
As dinner was Basque lamb stew, the blend of the Sentinel came to mind at once. What a match...enough to banish any blue devils.
Funny, how stones can turn into diamonds.