09:43

Meeting.  Not much to report, other than coming home late last night from work, and to the Nurse.  Best way to come home.  Writing though a mood, and anxiety.  I just keep writing, seeing where I’m headed.

My tasting room, walking the vineyards, traveling and telling stories.  That’s it.  Seriously, that’s all I want to do.  Drink Coffee Write Books Be HAPPY.

Simplest and most rich of business plans.

Have I ever told you I hate waiting?  No joke, it is very much what I loathe most.  Does that make me impatient?  Yes.  I just don’t like the word.

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Wine story continues to pull at my concentration.  Everything from certain portfolios to standalone producers wherever – Napa, Olivet Road, Monterey, Livermore.  Nurse the other day mentioning a trip for day to Livermore Valley, to visit an old friend and do some tasting.

Sound perfect.  Any kind of travel, no matter how far or if it’s not.  Just as long as there’s movement, this new wine Beat that forwards with fiery call.  And to me, singularly and directly.

Tasting something new tonight.  I need an adventure.  Something imported, which I never or close to never do.  A plane, but staying here in Windsor.  Distance and home, a love helix.  That’s what wine is… wine is love, language, curiosity, whim, travel, the most written wager.