It’s a good life

Two years ago today I had what I thought was a completely disastrous interview. So bad that I sat in my car and cried when it was done.

Here I am today, taking sunrise brewhouse shots, waiting for the day to unfold: people I like to work make it a fun way to spend the work day, home to the yellow house and the man I love more than I thought possible, off to a community fish fry and then to yoga.

Yes, it’s a very good life.


I was distracted by a conversation and so missed the moment when I should have turned off the sour coming into the mash mixer for preheating. Even with the clamps off, there was very little leaking.