Our trip to Maui has worn off a bit – we’re back to full days of work and nights of little sleep (toddler ear infection + ketones + nightmares + high BGs due to growth hormone + parental colds). But the week has had its bright spots:
Luke just started preschool, which means paper fire engines, P is for Pie, and lots of glitter and paint. An only child, it means he gets to get elbowed, hugged, and sneezed on, and is thoroughly exhausted by the time he gets home – which puts him on the same wavelength with his middle-aged parents at the end of the day.
Gorgeous bourbon! – Johnny Drum
Oh wow. Toffee, cinnamon, honey, oak – better than chocolate. (With a hint of mustiness, a bit like the lovely smell of old books in a library, Erik said.)
That might be why the bottle is half empty after one week…
Next up – Washington state Dry Fly bourbon!
Raw food with a friend
After a long (short) night that left me feeling raw and trying to patch over the holes in my brain with lattes, I met a good friend for lunch at a raw food place. Sounds like flagelation over the bourbon, but she has never steered me wrong. I went in hoping lunch would be enough superfood goodness to carry me through the rest of the day. It was!