Remember a while back I was talking about how it would be nice to have a
wine of the month club here in Jersey. Well, in the natural wax and wane of my life's interests, I am now glad that I did not have a club to sign up with. Why? Well, I am about to dump the wine I have left over from when I was into drinking a glass here and there. I'm just not into it anymore. The feeling may come back eventually, but then it might not. That's what I hate about my impulse drive. It changes too often to commit to anything long term.