Why does everything take so long when you're waiting? It seems like all I do is wait. Wait until payday before I can buy new running shoes. Wait until fermentation is complete before I can drink my beer. Wait until I'm good before I can melt your face off with my sweet banjo playing. All wait and no action.
This feels like waiting for Godot.
This weekend is shaping up to be a busy one. The Enthusiast and I are driving up to Windsor, Ontario, for a familial event (where we'll likely have to wait to clear customs). We have to drop off Dobson at the kennel (and we'll have to wait until Monday before we can pick him up). The pre-beer should be ready to transfer to its secondary fermenter tomorrow (and then we wait another week before bottling). And I'm hoping to fit in a long run if I can (I hope it doesn't have to wait until next week).
Wherein we battle envy and ignorance.
Brad is jealous of my homebrewing kit: "My wife just got me a cheap Mr.Beer kit this week for my bday to try out my hand at homebrewing. Might give it a shot this weekend. If things go well, might need to upgrade to a 'real' kit like you have."
Answer: Was this a ploy to get me to wish you a happy birthday? Well, you'll be waiting a long time for that.
Spike thinks waiting for bubbles is too complicated: "That all sounds like a ton of work. I thought it would be as simple as adding water and returning a month later."
Answer: It's not a fucking Chia Pet.
Happy Hour is almost upon us, teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!