Detox, then re-tox

I'm doing this crazy detox which involves a white plastic tub of 'medical food' - aka rice protein powder. Caramel-colored, sweet and gritty it goes down like candied sand. The first day of the detox - no sugar, no wheat, no caffeine, no CHOCOLATE - and I was on the couch sleeping like I'd drunk a fifth of vodka the night before. Next day, felt like I'd been kicked in the head by a goat. Next day, felt like my legs had been run over by small children on bicycles. Next day, finally got some energy together and tackled de-cluttering the back bedroom. Why does a detox always bring on boughts of spring-cleaning? Like scrubbing out the gut means you've got to scrub out all the back entrances, starting with the garage and working your way into the attic.
My husband's overtaken the basement with wine barrels, so I don't go there no more. He's a 'garagista' - see the cute picture of him covered in grape lees and looking happier than in his wedding photos. He and four other guys have found the entertainment of their lives making natural wines, hence their company's name 'Via Vecchia' or old road in Italian.
Paolo brought the first glass demijohns with him when we moved from England. He's been stomping grape in his father's garage since he was old enough to climb into the vats, and his father stomped in his village in Tuscany, and on back it goes who knows how many thousand of years.
We do these fun, big-production lunches with mafia top-tens blaring in the background on the stomping days, everyone working hauling grape, squishing grape between their toes, or sorting grape. I'm always in the kitchen, overseeing the menus which are a combo between traditional Italian and American pot-luck, and include (of course) cheeses and grapes and crackers; mortadella, salami, olives; pickled red peppers, good bread, olive oil; pasta or polenta, and usually some barbecque. Mike and Marty (the brothers Huster) stop at the pie place and pick up fresh buckeye (pnut butter & chocolate), blackberry, and an apple.
When we're ready to fall over with tiredness and full bellies, we sit around with our wine glasses and speak dreams about Via Vecchia's success, and laugh alot, and revel in the companionship and easiness of it all.