It Is Finished
There is that adage that if you need something done, give it to someone who is busy. Since retiring in June, I have learned that the equivalent opposite is also true. If you want something done, don't give it to someone not busy. Tasks inflate themselves to the time available. I am finding this to be quite true. Yesterday, I knew that I needed to bottle my Triple IPA (TIPA). I had nothing on the schedule. I still dawdled. Finally, I roused myself and got the job done. It took four hours total with the cleaning and sanitizing, the drying, and then bottling the 48 beers. I forced myself to do it. The beer can only sit in the fermenting tank for so long before it starts to go bad. Oxygen is the enemy of any good you are trying to keep fresh. Be it beer, coffee, yogurt, and anything else that is organic (vs. inorganic, like a rock). In reflection, I am a bit amused and irritated that I have become such a slow-moving sloth. I know that I need to be busy so as to not become dulled where