Zero stars.
I automatically picked up a split of wine along with my Diet Coke and Dots Pretzels (guilty pleasure) on the way out of the MInneapolis airport. I say "automatically" although I've literally never done this before. I was anticipating a tough couple of days, cleaning the house in Chippewa Falls and visiting Mom for the first time at Our House. It was as challenging as I expected. I'm grateful to Carrie and Jimmy, who've handled the hardest parts of this ordeal. The wine was seriously, undrinkably foul.