good days bad days

It's funny how quickly the emotional scale balances itself. One day you're up the next you're down.


Two days ago I was flying along on top of the harvest, feeling really good about how it was going and how I was feeling. My body finally seemed to have accepted the fact that it wasn't getting any hard aerobic workouts and was going to have to be satisfied with the morning vineyard sampling and the random tromping around the winery as exercise - functional fitness as they say. Mentally and emotionally I'd gotten through the always hellish first 7-10 days of harvest when you really don't know what the hell is happening. Draining down the first dry Pinot Noir has an amazingly calming influence. You actually know or at least have an inkling of what's going on and you can either continue the course or modify the recipe as needed. In the case of this harvest continue the course is it.


Then yesterday I was promptly dragged back down to earth mostly as a result of saying yes too readily to PR/media requests. I had been asked to do a radio interview for a show. I said yes as I figured at worse it would tie up 30 minutes to an hour of the late afternoon when I'm not very productive anyway. Wrongo dongo it was 3 hours of hassle and very intense interaction with the interviewers. The show's a sort of click and clack format. I finally escaped their clutches and then had to buy beer for Fin to pay off a big favor he'd done me, and then finally into town and out to dinner with friends of Heidi. It is startling how exhausting the social aspect of life can be. I woke up this morning positively nauseous with fatigue. Heidi, poor thing, had managed to pour boiling water on herself at 5 so that was awful on top of it. Harvest though was still relentlessly steaming ahead with a pile of work orders to write, and a large block of Pinot being picked. The high point of this morning was coming into the celler and finding that the swing shift had cleaned up the ungodly mess I'd left behind in my quick departure last night. I owe them some beers. The low point was the super drizzly fog the settled in between 6 and 7 am. Wettest fog of the year. Welcome to fall.