90+ minutes home.  FUCK.  I’ll stop by my buddy’s restaurant after this, thank him for the wedding cookies he sold me, for ridiculously less than he should have.

Someone walking past my desk, didn’t see who it was.

May not have a student next week.  Can’t say I’ll be sad if I don’t.

Pic from the vineyard walk yesterday with family, kids and parents and wife.  I miss it.

How do I get back, to wine and its narrative mobility??

Start with a wine note a day, I write in my journal, and I start here.  Who knows if this will go anywhere, if I’ll finish this, if it’ll go to months end.  Seriously, who fucking knows, but…..

WINE NOTE 1 = Stop thinking in terms of descriptors and procedure. What is the wine saying to you?  Or more importantly, how does it make you feel?

Much of today has seen me squirm a bit, with topic.  WHAT DO I WRITE ABOUT??  That question I used to hate, and would be irked when I’d ask myself, but now I’m at a point in life, fucking 48 next year, and I have to ask the tough questions.  Be more disciplined.