Day driving around wine country and being in wined character.  After going in to office this morning to work a bit but more for writing, writing in a place that is mine, where I am me and collected and collective in my wined music velocity.  Poured self glass of the Delectus Sytah.  Think there’s two glasses left, I don’t know.  Sipping slow.  Letting her to me speak.  Wine tells me to mind pace and be more with music’s quip and code and only speak that language alongside wine.

Had to use money that was in envelope.  Back to first square.  Less than that.  Not worrying.  The Syrah is singing to me and telling me to write, go through pictures from that Dry Creek vineyard, pick what music and dialect you can.