Drinking Cabernet, 2010. Think I’ll have another glass, but I think of what Sam told me today, about waking at 5-something, to care for his garden. Sam’s dedication to his Craft, to his Love of the Natural, should only be mimicked. I’ll enjoy one more of this ’10. Then into subconscious outlyings howl. OR maybe I’ll stop, sip no more so I can early wake, like my friend Sam.

Now, realizing that night’s here, I mean truly here, with its attendance and backing, I can only look at wine like a promotional tool. IS it true? My thoughts, on the semester’s ending, how the story’s finalized. And after today, a second in the reserve room, I’m encourage to rebel further. My Literary Holy War’s landed, officially. The shadow soon repeals…