At home with my family on a rainy, Saturday afternoon in Chesterfield, New Hampshire. Katrina is getting ready to meet an old friend in Keene for a little chat 'n chew. I was invited to a beer fest this afternoon but, sadly, I'm kinda sick and very tired—going to a beer party would only have elicited commentary like, "who's the weird guy wincing in the corner?" or "that old, bloated guy is killing my toasted-hop joy" or "I'm surprised the suicide rate for old people isn't higher… if it were, insurance rates and healthcare costs would be less of a national burden potentially freeing up funds to save the Hawksbill Turtle—you know, the turtle from "Finding Nemo?—or eliminating interest rates on student loans 'cuz mine is killing me!"