Nurse left around 08:00.  Me with a cup of coffee, Henry playing with one of his toys behind me.  A toy car with a tube hooked up to it and he jumps on a block and the air propels it.

Leaving at 09:30.  Pictures from last night, then one from this morning, the sunrise.  The thoughts nearly paralyzed me.  Gratitude, peace, feeling mentally composed in a way I haven’t in a while.  Tried to get Starbucks but they were closed.  Even though….

I could have sworn Google said the one on Mission would be open but…..  And Safeway not open till 08:00.

First world stress, I know.  But that was an even from the morning.  Came back and Nurse just waking up.  We talking for a bit and me helping her to the car, then gone to get her daughter at the BART station.

08:26, talking with sister about egg bites, and how she likes the same ones I do at Starbucks.  The egg white type.  Delicious.   Random fact and conversation.  Can’t remember the last time her and I talked like this in the morning, over coffee.  Love my baby sis, great to see her.  She’s amazing, still my wine industry superwoman.

Need to write more about wine, post more.  Set up the VVV blog, and have it produce… a tasting room roamer like me that writes interesting wine differently.  Not tasting notes or a cascade of descriptors, but what I’m doing while sipping, how the wine feels.  Last night a Napa Zin— I mean Pinot, then a Pinot from ’13 that I was sure would be dead or at least on it’s way out.

Nope.  Its was like a gentle hypnosis, a spell.

The wine has me writing again as I used to.  Pinot and Zin, maybe that’s where I start.  I did, I’m writing, I’m doing it….  Travel.  Burgundy or Italy, Croatia, everything and everywhere.  Tasting my way from country to country, filling journal after journal.