Wind and waves conspired to keep me on the train today, to say nothing of staying late and not having the heart to do so on a bike. Boo to me.
The number one lesson I've learned lately? When you drive 1100 miles with your brother-in-law fanatically eating jerky the entire time, it pays to clean the car out as soon as you get home. Gross.
Current beer-scale: 9.1