Take a sip of wine and everything will be fine.

Or at least that’s what I’ve found.

I must say, my business plan succeeded–  This was one of the best days of my life.  Not THE best, but certainly one of them.

Sipping the Claret my sister gave me– work is still in motion.  I still have a couple hours to make this day THE best, ever.

My positive pulses and sensibilities deny constriction and blocks their functionalities.

I’m soaring, with a wild playfulness I exhibited probably when I was Jack’s age.

Sip, scribble–