smoked oatmeal stout, strike water heating as i type
(up-date) had a very good brew day, hit all my #'s on spot, everything went like clock-work, got everything washed-up
and had all small stuff air-drying on a towell spread on a table (outdoors). i go an draw me the first pint of the day, i walk back
outside just as a Jay-bird landed on my false bottom, took a crap on it, then grabed my only stir-bar and flew away with it.
i may have invented a few new curse words