With the door open,

img_8332the surprisingly warm breeze coming in and out of this cottage office, I think about all I have to get done tonight— NaNoWriMo contribution, go through some old writings, write something to read, material for new client, work on some other projects.  Feel’s though it’ll be a late night for the writer.  Looking through pictures from lunch, my winery visit down the road.  Shot from where I parked, ones of bottles— that Zin, surprising me.  Never really been one to oooh or aaah over Zinfandel, but this bottle had me a bit aback.  Love it when wine does that.