Last night I was all smiles over four glasses of wine in a basement bar in New Haven. At one point I listened to myself telling a drunken gal about one of my greatest gifts. Thinking about it now, I realize that "gift" might also be supplemented by achievement, joy, web of support (spun of the most delightfully durable garden spider's silk), source of laugh lines, and ethical compass rose (complete with thorns). Among other things. Here's to a lifetime of wine-stained teeth in the most lovely of company. Looking forward to our romance of wrinkled old ladies sitting on a porch, raising cocktails to the sunset.