A blasted disruptive week so far, lawn mowing yesterday, motor car maintenance today, the time has flown by faster than I've been able to react. Gone to *shudder* Ohio for the next few days, try to soldier on without me.



I've skipped over the Grolsch transition, and gone straight from Winter's Guinness to Summer's Red Stripe. (Fear not, I drink very little, this mostly refers to the six-pack I keep in the garage, with two bottles in the fridge, that half-dozen sometimes lasting for months. As a lush, I am an utter failure.)

"She looks like Heaven,
Maybe this is Hell."
—Reel Big Fish, "Beer" from Turn the Radio Off