When I woke up this morning, if anyone had asked me to write down the most bizarre thing that could possibly happen to me today I couldn't have dreamed up this little doozy.
I had been out in the vineyard no more than 30 seconds when a moth flew into my ear. Even though Vinomaker was away at a conference in San Francisco, I did not panic. Mirrors, tweezers, warm water irrigation, and a severe case of vertigo featured prominently in the next half hour or so. My neighbour, a nurse was no where to be seen. I conceded defeat.
Three hours later I exited the local hospital with a sore ear, a bruised ego, and a bottle of antibiotic drops in my hand.
Not exactly the most fruitful of days.