Only time for a sped meditation.  Coffee in house thanks to wife— second cup already.  At winery early today— interrupted by Jack, then Emma and Alice—  interrupted again, Jackie changing his mind about the type of waffle he wants.  Assuredly a writing FATHER this morning.  Finally some calm, but that’s volatile like peaces of certain regions.  Noted quite a bit yesterday in the room, while people sipped, and about the wines I tasted there and the ones I brought home.  Can’t decide which had the most character or conviction— which with the most song.  The savory stress wine inflicts.  Love.