Giving me spring fever already.
My RyeIPA was ramping up to 66 last night,
so I had to open the bedroom window for the night to cool her down a bit.
That your S-189 lager beer??
Nah, different bedroom; that Baltic is still burbling at 52, although it might be time for a move.
This time of year
I am lucky enough to have carboys stashed in various places across the house,
taking advantage of different microclimates.
Umm, like that Simarillo in dryhop hanging off the table over that one baseboard heater that does not quite shut off all the way....
Snow is melting fast.
Time to clean up the front lawn of winter carnage the dogs have left behind,
before the next storm on Thursday covers it all back up again.