And just when I'm down and out and mopey...

....The Universe opens up wide and says "let not Lindsay be down and out and mopey" and...

The French Wine Baron, whom I thought had once again disappeared for all Eternity, messages me on Facebook to see if I still want to come down to his village in the South the weekend I don't work in November.

I think I might just be crazy enough to say yes.

This. Is. Pure. Madness.