Here I am, 0835 the day before Thanksgiving, drinking bourbon topped off with moonshine, for breakfast. I woke up with bottles scattered across my table, sure enough signs of drinking last night with my neighbor Daniel, and a bottle of clear moonshine that a cop friend of D's brought over last night but chose not to join us. Too bad, I love our police.

Daniel and I were taste testing Makers Mark to Jim Beam Black Extra Aged, and the later won, I think...

I have no idea how my day is going to play out, but I suspect a trip to the gym is not in the cards...