Anywhere You Go, Beer You Are

It's about that time... cramming a pared-down subset of worldly possessions—good practice for the road ahead. I eagerly await a week of calling non-billable hours 'vacation.' I sit at the table and steep some tea, a Christmas gift I gave a while back. It is stale now, either forgotten or unwanted, but I try not to be ungrateful as I regift it to myself. I smile like I'm surprised, anyway.