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.