the 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.
