How do you say Happy Birthday?

You know you're getting old when your birthday is just....well....another birthday. Little fanfare, pomp or ceremony....actually started my birthday with a midnight visit to a fish plant, for a night shift smelt processing audit than ran until 5am - then came home and foolishly slept for 80 minutes before leaving for work at 7am. At my age....I should have just stayed up!

Jane did bring me Car Barn breakfast at work (see previous Office That Eats entry), likely the only thing that got me through the day. Once home, the remainder of the evening, minus twenty minute power nap, was spent in relaxed fashion working on the staining/sealing the deck and bottling a batch of homebrew pilsener in the kitchen. Fortunately I also received my birthday present - a long awaited wheelbarrow for use in many chores around "the farm"....

Jane staining the deck

23L Pail o' Pilsener awaiting racking and bottling

Finished product headed for beer fridge in barn, aboard the Birthday Barrow