Vino Collapso! My fave!

We have it in Ontario, too. This end, it’s generally a sprightly riesling from the Niagara.

Since Easter, my weight has been stable at or just below 160 pounds. I would like to shift ten to fifteen more, but that’s all. Thirty pounds have faded away since 15 September 2020, when Edmund and I swore a mighty oath to shed the flab we had accumulated during the first lockdown. I haven’t been deliberately under-eating, but I have been making a concerted effort to get enough protein and avoid sweets. Except ice cream. Life’s too short to not eat ice cream.