His tail is all motion, anytime he sees anyone new. And he’s incredibly friendly, walking over to say hello. Or rather, he’ll come over to see if you have any food… and once he determines you don’t have any food, he moves on.
Hugo is young and full of energy, but he’s also this incredibly immense coward. Sometimes I’ll walk by, and my appearance just causes him to dart for cover.
“The summer days are gone too soon
You shoot the moon and miss completely
And now you’re left to face the gloom
The empty room that once smelled sweetly”
“All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes.”
A pretty serious fog took over Chicago today, particularly close to the lake. Worth noting: this fog would stick around for the next two days, making any walk outside a bit eerie, and a bit more shrouded in mystery.
Tonight, we got to sample a bottle from DCS Chapter 4, a 26 year old that was aged in an European Oak Oloroso Puncheon. During this tasting, we heard a few numbers bandied about – and the estimate was that this bottle alone would cost about $2,000.
Gibbs, who officially has the role of Supervisor/Inspector/Greetor. Need to get a better photo of him, but he just rambles through the rooms at his leisure.
He’s never actively looking for food or pets. I think he’s just wandering around to check things out.
It was a lovely chance to catch up with an old friend. And I had the opportunity to remember a lot about Missy, as well as a lot about myself, in the process. We are both, I think, on the verge of turning 50. It was a nice opportunity to meet our older selves. And in a way, a nice opportunity to remember our younger selves.
Liz and I spent a good part of the day, talking about our house – and all the plans we have, and projects we have, for the upcoming year.
Texting with Bob, we both had the same idea: with the condensate line now thawed and seemingly open – it was a good test to blow some compressed air down the line, to dislodge anything still stuck in there… and to also confirm that the line was open/free.
While I had this setup upstairs, Liz was down in the basement, watching the end of the PVC pipe.
A view of what we call “the wagon wheel,” the decorative joists that make up the base of the turret.
I’ve been impressed at her dedication. She’s expressed concerns about her distance and time, but I’m in awe of her discipline. She suits up and heads out, and that to me is a big part of the battle.
After a demo session a long while back – Bob noticed that the ceiling joists were sagging considerably. And so we put up a set of supports to brace the ceiling, temporarily.
OSCA, look away. Just… don’t look.
The second floor furnace appeared to be backing up. The condensate line was spilling over a bit, and the theory we had was that the main condensate line was frozen somewhere. The condensate line runs along our North wall, and our guess was that it froze somewhere along that wall in the basement.