No One Writes In Beer Heaven...

Missed another day. I suppose it should become commonplace enough that I don't even mention it, but it's such a young project to have such glaring holes. Last night I dreamt that my wife had been pregnant for several months and had been keeping it a secret from me. She wanted to surprise me, I think. It worked. Truth is, we have been trying to get pregnant for going on two years now. All things in time.

Had I written something last night, it would have been brought to you under the influence of Dogfish Head's Palo Santo, Rogue's Hazelnut Brown Nectar and a thick and malty brew I only remember as being nicknamed Ten Fiddy. Perhaps herein is the reason I forgot to write.