Time To Savor

Just beginning to feel back to normal. Not fully human just yet as the chest oysters and nose sludge still own my mornings but as of yesterday the aches, the lethargy and the boot across my chest of “sickness” well it’s pretty much gone. Feeling pretty lucky this time as I escaped the dead palate and broken snoot, I was able to smell and taste although I am confident I wasn’t at full capacity. I taught a class Friday night, was able to nose the wines enough to check for correctness and taste enough to sort of explain flavors….but I may have kind of resorted to memory for much of that. Been able to taste my food and coffee albeit a bit muffled I didn’t feel like I was tasting with a sock on my tongue. So yeah, got off sort of lucky in that regard but….well I don’t think I’ve been savoring much, and likely long before the cold.

The holidays are harried. We are either running or gearing up for running, eating standing up, holding our bathroom runs to the very last second and are constantly being chewed on by this sense of, “Go!” even in the mornings when things were just beginning to percolate. So from the first week of December on I’m pretty much just reacting. No time to sit and contemplate, no desire to do much once I got home other than pour myself a glass of something, more often than not a stiff gin & tonic, before crawling into my jammies and hitting the pillows. New Year’s Day could have been a day to savor but I was invited to a Champagne event with dear friends, and is the case with those sort of everyone-bring-a-bottle events there was more tasting than savoring going on, for me anyway. Tasted some wicked cool stuff but never quite felt the embrace or nuzzled into a glass with the same kind of wonder and longing to understand that I normally do. Well that right there is about to change…

Going to see today, January 8^th as the first day of my New Year. Back to normal hours and shifts at work, some travel on the horizon, the chest gunk losing its hold on me, a whole new year of events to plan and teach and this tiny little spark. The one that raises my eyebrow clicks on that curiosity and wanting, the wonderment, the intensity and that moment when I feel myself letting go and tumbling head over heels into a glass of wine. I’ve missed it. I’ve craved it. I need it so….

Off to work

This in the fridge waiting for me to return

I’m ready

Wanting

Will be dreaming all day of that flip in my tummy, extra sharp deep breath, tiny shiver at the base of my neck that runs quickly down my spine….to be touched in a way that only wine can. Fuck, I am so ready….