A Monday without brewing is like a day without sunshine
There are few people that get as excited as I do Sunday nights. Most people are probably only beginning to realize that the work week starts anew after one all-too-short night’s sleep. However, Jeff, Joel and I have a completely different reaction:
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You see, Mondays are our lifeblood. Mondays rock. We brew beer, we drink beer, we meet people. But when Mondays get canceled for no good reason, I get antsy. Without 10 gallons of wort in the kettle, I didn’t know what to do with myself. Fortunately Tony and Garrett stepped in and invited me to Taco Mac. And then Colin, Nathan and Andy (no website? srsly?) heard my sobs and had me over for another beer.
Bottom line, I’m in withdrawal. I’m prepared to wake up sweating with the cold shakes until next Monday, though that hasn’t happened yet. I’m just glad that people realized how naked Mondays are without beer, and sought to include me in their dirty doings. Because, at the end of the day, “Oh girl HOLD ON. Are those shoes on sale?”
I don’t know how you do it. It killed me to just blog for 30 days in a row. You do it, and still find the time to brew a batch. You are my heros. Well, a notch below Sam and Jim. But my home brew heros.
I never look forward to Mondays. When I wake up I have to convince myself that it is not still the weekend and I can’t go back to sleep. Oh, Well!