I have long and detailed blogs written on my not-at-this-moment-crashed trusty tangerine iBook, but really, internet access is hard to come by. My dad gave me the green light to research satellite access but, oddly enough, there hasn’t been enough time. I’m starting to hunt out the people of my generation who hide in this valley. Thankfully I’m not what you would call shy, and so walking up to two men and a woman at a wine bar last night and spending an hour with them was not at all awkward. It also could have been the two glasses of Amarone.

I’m at work, I’m exhausted, I have to go taste a billion bottles of wine.