Made it home last night. For months I'd been fantasizing about vaulting up the stairs, pouring a pint, and finally getting to drink some of
my beer again while reflecting upon the events of the past year and a half.
As is so often the case, reality turned out to be a bit different. I staggered out of the car, sluffed up the stairs, did something really important, thought about going back down to get my bag, said something really inappropriate to scuttle that notion, then sat down in my reading chair and thought about what I thought it would be like when I got home. I mustered up the energy to pour a pint of brown, had a few sips, scolded myself for leaving the taps hooked up and letting them sour for three months of inactivity, decided I was really not looking forward to cleaning the tap lines, then fell asleep.
Last night's brown.
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Tonight I'm sipping some mild and laughing at myself.
I spend a lot of time doing that.
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With this kidney business mostly wrapped up, I wanted to take a moment to
thank you guys. It was a long, often frustrating and infuriating process. I've seldom been in a good mood for the last eighteen months. HBT was a welcome diversion that really cheered me up and your kind remarks actually meant something--especially last summer, when things were looking a bit bleak.
Thank you. You guys played an important part in this. Sincerely, thank you.