My wife has cracked open a bottle of mead.

Elderberry honey wine, to be precise. And it is rather good! The kind of good that makes me start thinking about finding some cheese. Or maybe a slice of the surprisingly tasty if somewhat thin pumpkin pie (my wife has decided that adding cardamon to it was an inspired choice). Or, no, wait, there was a Girl Scout cookie station outside the Target…

I’m having at least one more glass here, is what I guess I’m telling you. Possibly two. It’s Friday night and I could use some down time.