Sipping the remainder of last night’s blend. Tonight, my Friday. But why doesn’t it feel the like? Warped, the beginning of this sitting. Have a couple ideas for the next Letterz issue, but I toss them on the burner back. Today, a bit slow in the Room. But, a cluster of curiosity upon close. It invigorates this writer when I connect with someone opening up to a varietal for the first time, verbally expressing their surprise, delight. Precisely what unfolded when I poured the ’07 Pinot. She said, “I never liked Pinot until this one. This is a nice wine...” I reflect, now, within my envy of her sensation, discovery. I want to explore, discover, be irresponsibly whimsical, just see what’s out there. That’s what writing, wine, writing about/within/around wine should require.