Educate me dear master

Sometimes you just need to shut down. I know last week, before I left for vacation, I tempted you all with the possibility of an on-vacation blog or two, but as soon as we landed down in Sonoma County, the last thing I wanted to do was write. I wanted to read; I wanted to drink wine and eat cheeses outside on the patio; I wanted to fully take in the sounds of the crickets and the frogs and the drunken rooster; I wanted to pick apples and tomatoes. But I did not want to write. And so, dear friends, now that I’m home, I’ve got blog postings up the wazoo all about retreat-style living, celebrity drooling, cycle racing, vulture chasing, wine tasting, and so much more. Let’s start with the wine shall we šŸ˜€ ——————————————————————————————————— No one told me I was supposed to spit… actually, they did, I didn’t …

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