As if I didn't have enough to think about, I had to wrestle the inner lining out of my box of wine in order to reach the last bit. Turned out, after squeezing the thing as one might a cow's udder, I got about half a glass. Now I can throw it away.
Odd, I had assumed the lining would be black. Don't know why.
Also visible in the picture, if you're interested, is my yellow beetle--bottom left.
Do you know that phrase "On a need to know basis"? I feel like my box wine is treating me like someone who doesn't need to know. Like it works in the E Ring of the Pentagon but my security clearance is only good for A, B, and C.
I may go back to bottles.