Quiet in telecom. Drive was quick.
Sipping espresso in office, Nurse to be home soon.
SHAVE!!
After shaving back at desk and no communications new, no activity or calls, messages. Keep forgetting it’s a holiday. No disrespect to the Vets, of course.
Turn on jazz, imagine SELF to what’s been written. Photog on the brain of course but didn’t bring my camera. Looking through old shots, 2016.
In the winery, glasses at EOD. Talking with others in the tasting room about their groups, what we sold but more so just enjoying our time together. No real business discussion or anything.
The rains making all vineyards look different, and with more visual music. I want to go back, nearly as much as I want lifelong health and happiness for my kids, and a life with the Nurse.
Kidding. But the feeling is strong, and becoming consuming.
Going through more shots and I have to stop myself. Otherwise, seriously, I’ll be doing nothing but surveying all the photographs of vineyards and bottles and wine in a glass over the past 10+ years.
Yes, that long in that world. And now I have to go back.
