Nothing says Happy Holidays like an unexpected hole in the head. I raced home for a dentist appointment thinking I'd be in and out in thirty minutes. The doc said everything looked good- except for a lone wisdom tooth. As he peered through his bifocled lenses, his voice was actually pretty comforting. " Negative on decay...Number one...straight...extraction.."
I thought you said it was straight. Luckily, the office had just had a cancellation, so out came the novicaine and out came the pliers.

But ever forward. Exams finished up well as did the subsequent few days. It's incredible how quickly the past four months have passed. Homecoming-Halloween-Thanksgiving-Exams-Break, each marker filled in with trains to DC, dissappointments and redemptions, deadlines (met and extended), blurry nights and razor-sharp days, and of course, lasagnas of varying quality.

The picture is the future site of Reynard Florence Vinyards. Dad and I dug 160 holes over Thanksgiving (with a little help from a tractor and auger). Each vine is supposed to produce about a bottle of wine each year. 200 more and we'll be set for a bottle a day.