5:05pm

Just sent EOD email.  Now needing a beer.  And yes, needing.  Kids outside playing, and me inside feeling anxious but their sounds and calls, screams and riding of either bike or something wheeled tells me to play more.  I’ve noted this over and over again…

Additional budgeting then photos.  Looking through, adding to wined story, my wine Road to my blog-shop and tasting room, or label.  Maybe the tastings’ll be done in my office, here in Sonoma County like Petaluma or Marin, maybe San Rafael.

Feeling pressured, pressed.  My age, me reflecting on it. And not just reflecting, or not even I should say, but just knowing what it is.  Repeating it to myself.  Saying it, “FORTY-ONE.” Stop, I try.  But I can’t.  Not sayin anything that’s not true…

There’s too much going on around me, outside with the neighbor’s nutty kids and my three animals in here.  Go to your pictures… be int he vineyard.. travel.  Finish the goddamn book.. you and wine, what you’ll open tonight.  Traveling and talking about wine not as some drooling-over-self somm but sharing ideas, and kindly, gently, lightly emphatic.

Wine places and verifies me.