Just got back into the office from the work-sponsored winery trip. It was placid and low-key, but my visions of ample quantities of wine were cruelly dashed. We got a half-glass of sparkling wine while waiting, and then another half glass with lunch. Feh! It was an interesting tour, though. It may be a mark of my obsessive nature that I spent much of the tour figuring out how to fit some wine-making details into the novel. I have returned with four bottles of wine, and an utter lack of motivation.