My new wine adventures missed me yesterday –

Work interfered with the delivery –

“they” will insist on a 21 year old (or older, much, yes, I am) signature.

The flapping “missed you” notice mocked me fro the door,

frustrating, familiar,

all about timing.

Small town benefit:

delivery man owns franchise

shared his cell number for just this type occasion.

This accommodation amazes,

and though it will not be himself,

the driver will return today.

This evening’s repast will be accompanied

by a robust 2014 California red.

Slainte`