Bad sign: I get off work, officially on vacation for the next week and a half, and I can't persuade myself to go out for a beer because it's too cold outside.
Ah, but I'm in do-nothing mode now, and there'll be plenty of time to frolic. And unfortunately I'll make good use of that time, I fear. The Super Bowl tomorrow, more foolishness to follow.
I'm dealing with the possibility that I may have a new favorite all-purpose beer (maybe even supplanting Fat Tire, unavailable in Georgia). Have I mentioned Rogue's Dead Guy Ale? I really don't remember. But I've been drinking virtually nothing else for weeks. Rogue is the reason that a lunchtime beer with a friend turned into seven hours at the pub last Monday. Between Dead Guy ... and yes, now I'm remembering that I have mentioned it before ... and Archer Farms' Chili Lime Tortilla Chips, i'm reassured that there are good things in this world.
Anyway -- being an old man -- me, the Dead Guy, the tortilla chips, and "Against the Day" are about to retreat. But before I do, one last discovery from today: "AtD" has been converted into a 53 1/2-hour audiobook. Crazy shit.