Three pages written for day. All to be sold. 11:48, and I need a nap, horribly. Thinking of the Cab I opened last night and my relationship with wine, writing about wine, how I haven’t been doing much wine writing of late.. why? Is it ‘cause I see it as a job? “Then don’t!” I tell myself. So tonight at some point I post some wine reactions, to the last three wines I’ve had, opened at home and been moderately impressed by. Wine, writing about it.. there’s something there. Something. Yes, a job, but one I create for Self.