let's face it.
the summer is inevitably over.
about goddamn time.
i wholeheartedly hate the word "changes".
not that they are so bad.
transition is what i prefer. progress is what i crave.
even when it means lots of backbreaking work.
i don't even try to imagine the amount of it ahead of me.
second from the left on top shelf - vertice ventisquero. one hell of a wine. not in our offer anymore.
this has been a difficult month. but it's going to be just fine.
a few more white russians and bowling sessions, right?
i fucking miss the ease of the old times.
not that i remember them.
welcome to wine country. how may i be of help?