200 minutes
Sunday, January 18th, 2009 | 2 Comments »200 minutes from Sunday, January 17, 2009.
It was a good day for creating new routines. Listening to this song on the way out the door this morning helped a little. I’m not sure whether it’s a lament or a joyful song; I’m a such a sucker for a soaring chorus that I’ll go on believing it’s the latter.

Ate crab. Maggie and I decided to go big and stay at home for Christmas dinner. The menu: snow crab legs, artichokes, and sweet potato fries. A duet of Hitachino Nest ales complemented our meal.
Brewed beer. This one is an imperial wheat stout. I made a yeast starter for the first time, which created such a vigorous fermentation that it blew the stopper off the top of the carboy on the first night. The blowoff tube I rigged up to handle the excess CO2 provided quality entertainment for two days straight… if you’re a fan of fart jokes, that is.

Raced Buddy. I had a lovely New Years in frigid New Hampshire with Maggie’s family. In spite of the temperature, I wanted to spend a little time in the wide open spaces of rural New England so I went out with Buddy out a couple of times. We raced him up the driveway in near-zero temperatures—while it’s humbling to be beaten by a dog, it’s perhaps even more humbling to have to catch one’s breath for a solid ten minutes after the defeat.
“…the first week of September will always feel like a new start, a new time, the right time to get organized and excited about new people, new routines, and new ideas.”
“…it’s been a busy little day, and it’s bedtime.” —MJC