Hey lovelies. How y’all? Me? Well, I’m supposed to be researching information on the pros and cons of an issue so I can write about it in the morning with something that approaches a reasonable non-bias. But my heart’s just not in it. My heart is, in fact, into drinking a lot of Cabernet Sauvignon and listening to Otis Redding. He’s my go-to when I want to feel…well, really, anything. It’s a Georgia thing I think. Some folks just speak your language and it’s good to let yourself drown in it sometimes. And I’m at one of those…what to call it?…crossroads. You know the moment. When you’ve identified (at last. At least for me.) what you want to happen (As usual, always a day late and a dollar short) but the path is not only not immediately clear, but almost insurmountably blocked. And so — red wine and Otis Redding. Is it weird that the combination feels like praying to me? Amen and praise be.
Anyway, because I tend to close off feeling anything as a form of self-preservation, I’m just turning up a glass or two (or three or four) for those who have managed to find the thing. The thing that makes it worth it. Don’t squander it and never treat it lightly. Cheers to you all. I’ll be better tomorrow. But I’m taking tonight.