This is one of those incredibly rare occurrences where the weather's bad enough that my employer shutters its offices for the day so its employees can stay home and safe. Right now, we're getting pummeled with freezing rain, which will last until this evening when it turns to snow. The power's still on--truth be told, I don't think we'll lose it (but we're covered with firewood and bottled water if we do).
After a lazy morning I'm now welcoming an equally lazy afternoon with a bottle of Wolf's Ridge's Dire Wolf Coffee Joy, which I'm sipping before a roaring blaze in our wood-burning stove. I'm so happy to be indoors right now.
Beer, from the bottle.
I've never been one for fluff. As such, and specifically for this blog, I drink my beer as it's presented to me: from the bottle or can. That way you know exactly what you'll get if you run out and buy something I review (assuming, of course, that you drink it straight from its production container). Is it the way a brewer intends his or her product to be consumed? Probably not. But it's as close to straight from the barrel as we beer drinkers can get. It's pure. And I'm a purist.
My cats, Purrl, Háma, and Henrietta (and sometimes Lottie the dog), get in on the fun, too.