Friend of mine, in the Swiss Alps, taking a picture of herself with unimaginable peaks at her 6.  AndI wish, wish wish wish to sometime soon see that.  Hoping consolidation of EVERYTHING brings about the travel, the lecturing, the other shit on the wishlist.

In the tasting room.  No wines open, so no tasting and no examining the flavors and suggestions from what we pour here—  one of the brokers from upstairs from just left, not closing door.  Weird guy, with his always-everyday tie-dye shirt and shorts, flopping greasy combover.. rude and odd.. am I really that different?