Moving weekend. Whew. I've taken care of all the things I care about: my books, my liquor, and my gardening stuff. But Marie is now demanding that I help with the non-essentials, like food and furniture. It's going to be a long weekend.
But man, the move helped me appreciate that I'm a wealthy man . . . in liquor. I have all sorts of vodka and gin, plus liqueurs and whiskeys, that I didn't know I had. I'm going to try to go the rest of the year without buying any alcohol. It shouldn't be a problem, even though this summer promises to be full with a lot of visitors.
Even though my weekend promises to be a long one, I doubt it'll be as long as the marketing team for Corona beer: Nearly 40% of beer-drinking Americans won't buy Corona due to coronavirus, study shows. That's hilarious, but not for the guys who are going to be ordering delivery pizza all weekend to their offices, trying to figure out how to tackle this one.
While going through my stash, I found a half gallon of Jim Beam. I don't like whiskey, but my son assures me Beam is a good for mixing drinks. He'd never drink it straight, but to add to a Coke? It's very good. Apparently, many others agree: Jim Beam has filled its 16 millionth barrel of bourbon since Prohibition. Good for them.
That's it for this week. I have to get movin' . . . literally.