After a date night with wife, I’m into the last of the Meeker CF.  Relaxed, looking over notes from day, and thinking about what I learned at winery.  I know I have enough sagacity to prove a business of my own, some grand wine shop or vend, but the capital is the issue.  Not worrying about that now, or at all, but more thinking of the next step, and that’s publishing—  but no wishlisting now, only focus on the Franc, which steps in more posed and poignant walk than the night last.  More onto my thoughts, into my life, into my Now, what’s the next scene’s composition set to collude.