We're back from running the day's errands... picked up our monthly meds, got our quarterly shearing, bought beer, and made a medium-to-large commissary run. And picked up that certified letter, which was nothing more than a reminder from my (former) RV club that my mail service would be terminated if I didn't renew my membership. Why they sent the notice via certified mail shall forever remain a mystery but that was a load off o' my mind. I was expecting some sorta legal notice but we shan't go into detail about THAT.
I picked up a four-pack of Sammy Adams Wee Heavy which won't be cool enough by the time Happy Hour rolls around... mere minutes from now... as we just now put the beer in the fridge. This won't be a session beer when I get around to drinkin' it, given the ABV is a whopping 10%. "Normal" Scottish Heavy ain't NEAR that strong and was my brew o' choice back in the day when I ventured up to Scotland from London. I'm looking forward to it, though.
The Class VI store also had 12-packs of Sammy Adams Winter Seasonal brews and I bought my fourth or fifth installment of same. I really shoulda bought three 12-packs... beer keeps (for a while)... but I didn't. I really, rilly like the Chocolate Bock and the Black and Brew that comes in those 12-packs and wish I could find those beers in something other than the 12-pack. Alas... not HERE.
And now... Beer me! On the verandah!