Voices in all directions.  Friends and family, and anyone.  Everyone talks.

I just want quiet.  So much quiet I’m unfamiliar with voices and opinions, suggestions.

Focusing on the wine.  Yes, the wine..  I like wine, I write about wine.  Why do I ever distance myself from it?

Impossible to write right now.  Friend Joe the sheriff slept all day after his graveyard shift last night and this morning, thinking he had to work again tonight but the department or whomever cancelled his shift.  So he’ll be up all night.  Told him I envied his position, and that I would write all night.  Not sure he heard me.