Sipping a ‘13 Pinot

tonight ’cause that’s what I’m in the mood to sip before bed. Nothing more to it than that. No analysis, no daunting or impressing complexity. Just me, end of a long day, and my readied wine. How it should be, for all of us after a day like this. Bed calling the writer, he tries to ignore. How long can he do that. Not long I think. So, sip slow. No review of notes. Closed.