You know you're a homebrewer when your husband plans a lovely (mildly expensive) camping trip for the weekend, in a cabin instead of tent, where we can take the dogs, at a private resort that a dear friend runs (and gave us a heck of a good deal), and all you can think about is will we get home early enough on Monday to get a beer kegged, another moved to crashing, and still have time to enjoy some homebrew after three days away from it. And yes we did. Sanitized keg chilling right now, if I play my cards right and do the fast-carb method I'll be enjoying a glass of my american strong when I get home from work tonight at 10:30pm.