While some of my friends search for a 10-point buck, I don’t go deer hunting. I go beer hunting. As in hunting for local brews so good I’m tempted to hide them when friends come over. Lift Bridge Mango Blonde and Castle Danger Cream Ale are currently on tap. “I knew it, Paul has a drinking problem!” Not true. Forecast for me: 100% chance of drafts with isolated refills. And I’m supporting the local economy, so there is that.
In truth this time of year I self-medicate with long walks, frequent catnaps and a cheap “full spectrum” light bulb on my desk that mimics the sun, which helps my sunlight cravings during the dark days of late autumn.
No big snowstorms between now and Thanksgiving, just a splash of rain Saturday; a few more rainy swipes next week. I still see 50s later this week and 40s next week; temperatures running a few degrees above average the next couple of weeks. I did put in my driveway stakes, a light aerobic workout. I need that because after two IPAs my isobars get tight, and so do my dance moves.
