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.