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5:10PM.  Started closing early.  Busy all day, so began with glasses as crowd thinned, began thinning.  So I’m allowed this meditation when all’s done, all’s squared.  Glasses, bottle count, counters, all— pretending this is my tasting room, the whoso cellars base where the wines are poured and shared, narrated, sold.  Not in a rush to dart through the doors, needed collection after such a day, all by self.  People pass, on way to dinner I guess—  tired, could use a beer or more writing time.  Which now is for.  So inaugural, as I usually just jettison.

Wine calls me.