(Singing) The knife goes chop chop chop...

Not gonna lie, either I was insanely tired or those stouts were insanely high gravity. I drank four of them in four hours and had to Uber home. You know my tolerance.

Hopefully there are other stouts on offer. Otherwise it might be a rum and coke night.

Stray cats are rare around here, surprisingly enough. And with the chill coming I might put an old tool bag with a towel over it out on the front porch just in case they come back later this evening.