'bout time!

I won't lie - I tend to follow "beer seasons".  Maybe I've been brainwashed, but I just tend to find myself uninterested in big stouts on hot sunny days, or citrusy IPAs in a blizzard.  

This has proven troublesome lately in my tiny little part of PA.  I bought a full case of Breakfast Stout in October with the intent of saving the bottles for the colder and snowier nights...and it only snowed ONCE in the later months of 2011, and ONCE in 2012.  Between first falls and melting, there was less than one week of snow on the ground this winter.

So now, with several bottles left over, I find myself with a bit of a reprieve.  The temps are dropping down to near freezing at night for the first time since February, and it's been raining and/or thundering almost all weekend.  The result?  No ambition to do anything whatsoever except sit in my comfy pink recliner and watch reruns of West Wing on my big ol' HDTV while sipping FBS from my American made Dollar Tree tulip glass.  And I gotta tell you: it's wonderful.  It's swell.  It really is the bee's knees.  This is the kind of life I could get used to.  But alas, I'm sure it'll be back to warm weather by next weekend, and I'll have to go buy more Torpedo for my Saturday afternoon post-ride/reading on the deck relaxor times.

Oh darn.