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Still recovering from this cold or whatever bug-type has finally punched through my defenses that fought it off for a better sliver of a week.  To “work” today, though where I “work” one day a week in the tasting room could hardly be deemed any kind of serious “work”.  Yes, I’m in a mood, writing father not sleeping well last night then pulled from downstairs peace by eager near-4 year old.  Can’t blame him.  Only envy.  That he has not these concerns.  I can return to that, right?  Through these articles.  And, just not caring.  Print, release.  Travel.