Pee-noh Nwah

I have been drinking a little more than I usually do. I'm not getting falling-down slobbery maudlin drunk or anything even near that. But I have been getting a little more relaxed, a little more self-disclosing, a little more chatty than usual.

I don't keep many secrets on this blog, but I try not to barrage people face-to-face with all my baggage. But the wine (A to Z Pinot Noir, which currently seems nearly ubiquitous in local restaurants) loosens my tongue. In vino veritas, but that doesn't mean it's necessarily interesting or entertaining veritas.

It's interesting to me, of course — I used to say, in all sincerity, that I was the most interesting person I knew — but I know not everyone is riveted by my compelling first-person accounts.

And the sage says next to nothing, anyway. As Robert Thurman says, if you're not enlightened, at least try to act like you are. For me, that means, among other things, saying less and listening more.