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6/20/19

The Howell Mountain Cabernet, last night, seemingly angry I opened the bottle. She was not too animated in any one angle, and I sat there with my notes, not so much confused but remorseful. Texting my friend Jason, one of the Robert Craig winemakers, that the wine was tenacious and disclosed an amiable assembly of expression. Noted that with exposure to immediate ambient elements the wine’s complexion softened and became more interactive. And I was telling the truth, but note this was after over an hour of waiting. What I wrote just above was my initial impression and assessment. I was impatient, I caught. And I know better than to be like that with wine. I need to wait, we all do.

What I have to do with the envelope, what’s in it. Was paid last night, and won’t take cash from account to just put in envelop. Will move into account specifically for the winery, my Room. The Cab last night not only instructed the writer on patience by story progression, the steps of narrative and what I need do if I’m to reach my There.

At back table at writing spot usual, Stony Point. Wondering what’s on the calendar for this Sunday at Lancaster. Jason may visit, as may a couple friends from Sonic. Still eager for the…