With night’s cap, home, at desk, not watching news or some movie as I’ve the habit adopted over last few nights. Quiet in home office, surprisingly, Jack’s best friend sleeping upstairs with him. My last glass, this Boekenoogen Syrah, ’13, reacting to day with strange calm, composure, composition. Coffee already positioned, whether I wake at 4, or 5, 6 whenever. I’ll be at ready, to write, even after all this Carmel Valley wine.
I’ll be in Dry Creek come morrow, to meet with new winery, taste at a couple others, gather more wine stories, “content”. Starting to hate that word.