Wine teaches me this morning to take my time.  Stop looking at the clock.  Wine, notably the vineyards, urge me to calm down.  Haven’t taken a vineyard walk in a few days and I think that filters into my attitude, invades it and installs a hostile government.  (Hmmm…..). “Stop thinking, stop looking at the clock, you’ll go for a vineyard walk today, or tomorrow, just stop with the stress!  Stress isn’t the same for humans as it is for vines,” it vexes.  True.  You have a stressed vine and you have a voracious vintage, potentially.  Stress humans too much and you kill them.  Okay.. I heed to wine’s pedagogy and stop looking at the clock.