Sunday, a day of rest, but it seems that the only thing I have rested from is the need to control what I do and where I go. The day was planned out for me. It was exhausting and yet peaceful. There is something to be said for following schedules. It eliminates the need to wrestle with decisions.
The grapes are all in. Let it snow or rain or blow. Let the birds fly and eat what they will. The grapes are safely in barrels, crushed and fermenting. It’s a great feeling. I can finally get to what I intended to start at the beginning of October: lighten my load and get rid of “stuff.” It feels so good to de-clutter.