…I am, right.. a wild wine writer?  Sipping the Chalone Grenache I last night popped, when I probably shouldn’t have, and it doesn’t say a thing to me.  Thinking about spilling it out, but I’m in the mood to enjoy Saturday night from the tell of a writer, honest and sharp, curt and somewhat composed.  Felt myself slow after second beer, the quesadilla at that new place.  Went to Oliver’s for 3rd beer but I couldn’t.  Jesse and Kyle enjoyed theirs and I couldn’t wait for home, time for these keys and pages.  And now, another change.  Another turn in the story unexpected but I’m thinking that’s just what I need.  For a story.  For my health…