3 o’clock wall, and the time drags. Want to go for another vineyard walk, get out of the office just for a bit and enjoy air, sniff and sip it as the tourists do wines in the tasting room. Wish I could clock out early and do some tasting myself, be a tourist, just for a minute. People all over the industry think this, think about ‘it’. But I couldn’t be luckier as a writer even if I tried, if I scammed, if I plotted and planned. My luck heaps, and I more than acknowledge. I wish for nothing. I write with and from what I already have in his wined, pre-written web.