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Went to this winery this weekend and lounged in nature. This is what Fall is for.

Just caught up on season 4 of MadMen, and I’m addicted to drinking gimlets. Should have been a sweatpants and vodka weekend.

But of course, I soon must pay homage to September with fall boots, neglected cardigans, and lots of bourbon. YAY!

We are all but little fish in the sea. But isn’t this picture so grand? Always thank Google.

The first entry is always difficult for some reason. You feel the pressure of having to create the setting for everything else that will follow, without the certainty of what that actually means. Doing things that will push me forward is the anticipation of achieving what you wanted from that very first step. So here it goes…