It is just after 3:30pm in the PNW. The next of a series of winter storms is blowing in off the Pacific, driving me into the house. I spent the day pruning pinot grigio grapevines - a normal January activity. It's been blustery enough I swear, for a couple of honey pots to tumble by. Now, it is no longer a day, let alone a night, fit for man or beast. Though my wife thinks I'm being cruel, but I'm not letting the beast in. Chris Robins can take care of his own damn bear.
Gratefully, I've a basketball game to take in. I've heard said it is only Rutgers and 'nothing to worry about.' Uhuh. Famous last words before a real shit storm right?
To quell the pregame jitters and shelter me from the storm, I've Chinaco Anejo Tequila. Nice sipping with an ice cube: Smoky, with a hint of licorice in the end.