Bubbling Brew
As I went to sleep last night, the carboy in my closet full of my latest beer was happily bubbling away—quite noisily, actually. Blurp, blurp, blurp, a bit more than once a second. A sweet lullaby to carry me off to dreamland, visions of amber nectar dancing in my head.
Seriously, it was most pleasant. Brewing’s a nice hobby.
