The dregs of the dandelion wine

This was one of those lame days.  I’d gone the whole day with a bagel and some of the lox leftover from the brunch we’d had on Sunday, and was planning to do something clever for dinner.  But the day got away from me, and bedtime rolled around without my having eaten a damn thing I’d procured myself.  So I had what was almost the very last of Dan and Linda’s dandelion wine, and called it a night.