Friday Observation. Estonian Wine

What cannot be done during the day can be done at night, thought the Penguin. Comfortably settled in the computer chair, he began pushing lines of code across the wide computer screen. Here adding something, there deleting something. Until at one point, awkwardly leaning back against the chair's backrest, the chair's armrest broke with a loud crack. The chair's backrest became limp and unusable.

Without unnecessary hand movements, the Penguin picked up a wine bottle that had been sitting on the desk for a week - from some unknown Estonian winery - grabbed a glass of antique appearance that had previously been used for the most ordinary tap water, poured some in, and drank. Taking a full mouthful and letting it spread across all the taste buds and the palate, and after a moment swallowing the whole mouthful as if flushing water down a drain. A slightly burning, ruby-red liquid gently flowed down the digestive tract, to a place where its tactile effect was no longer so pronounced, leaving in the mouth a more sweet than sour aftertaste. Blackcurrant wine, thought the Penguin, thoughtfully twirling the wine bottle, trying to make out some familiar word on the label written in Estonian.

After two moments a light dizziness took hold. The Penguin settled into the sofa, facing the television, with light finger movements pressed some combination of numbers and surrendered to the moment's temptation. Although the television was showing something of extraordinary importance, the feeling of work left unfinished urged towards active action. The Penguin flicked through a few channels and turned his attention to some science programme, letting the surrogate world created by its author enter deep within him.

Have a lovely weekend!

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