I hear that about jonesin' to brew. I need my zymurgical therapy... a very complicated week, mostly good, but brain-numbing. Also waiting for a diagnosis for our sweet kitty, Prada, who may have cancer... she had a biopsy today, and the doctor felt it didn't look good.
Assuming my ingredients arrive, I'm brewing a small-batch Amarillo APA, on the deck if it's not windy, on the power burner in the kitchen if it is. Just gonna be ye olde alewife and commune with my brew. Stay OUTTA my kitchen until I pitch my yeast, if you know what's good for you!