It’s only Day 13? It feels like at least day 31. Then again, does it matter? Time is meaningless, we’re all in our own version of Groundhog Day now. There’s snow on the ground again, I actually volunteered to take part in the run to the grocery store today, and I HATE going to the grocery store. But, when you need more beer, you need more beer.

Speaking of adult beverages, this lockdown continues to find new ways to suck. For Christmas, Shae’s parents got me a kit to make my own bourbon. Basically, you put some “moonshine” and some chard into the barrel, let it sit for about 3 months, and enjoy. Well, Saturday seemed like as good a time as any to finally crack into it. I’d love to say how great the bourbon was, but I can’t. I have no idea how it turned out because the barrel was completely dry. I have no idea where the booze went, but it’s not into my glass. There aren’t any signs of leakage on the mantel where we stored the barrel or any other indications, but my booze was gone! Shae contacted the distillery that sold the kit and they’ve had this happen once before. They’re going to give us another kit, but that doesn’t do me any good now! That’s another three months to wait! Another middle finger from 2020.