A lull between storms, if you will. The Bloodletting has either been pushed back from next Monday until Thursday, or the following Monday, or the following Tuesday, or the original Monday. Who knows? I think they just want to keep the guesswork up, and therefore keep the handguns at a minimum.
It matters not a whit in the grand scheme. I took my leave from work today, with spring pregnant in the air, and ensconsed myself poolside, with the sun beating on my legs like an old friend, and read two chapters of The Wine Dark Sea, with three fingers of 12-year-old Dalmore at my fingertips. A sublime single malt, and bless Eric for the heads up on this nectar.
Job, no job, we persevere. Always.
Ardbeg
Posted by: Geoffrey at March 20, 2004 12:05 AM