Someone recently described the contents of my favorite bottle as smelling like industrial cleaner. It is a very strong wine, my Port, and I love it so. Michael doesn't like the smell of any kind of wine, and Port is concentrated wine fragrance. So he hates it too. I drink it alone. So sad.
The severe thunderstorm laced with tornadoes is just West of here, travelling North, and Star Trek Tech is on TV.
Enough things are right in my world, for today.