I had declared a unilateral moratorium on Cheap Red Wine, and for two days I had nothing but weak tea and tepid water.
Till today.
Today, when I faced yet another day of having to bus it to town for food for the mutts, and talking to my mechanic in charge of making my car OK, I decided to lift the moratorium. But fast.
Furthermore, of all the many problems that plague me, a little headache from too much wine is nothing. Scraping together enough shekels to pay for the repair of the car is a problem.
A big problem.
So schlepping a couple of cartons of cheap wine up the hill seems like child's play compared to gathering enough money together to pay for the repair of the car. My car. My only car for the last seventeen years.
And I sold the bicycle.