Ok, seriously. What’s with all these references to getting old from the pups? Did people take a creaky pill this weekend, or is it just because it’s the end of February and we’re all about ready for a spring rejuvenation?
I wasn’t feeling old today (still don’t, but I’m wavering).
Today was one of those cold and snowy days where I couldn’t shake the cold, so I’m finishing the eve with a wee dram of an Aberlour 15 year-old (whisky) with a Sherry Wood finish. It’s a good way to finish the evening on a warm note.
And yes, I know whisky can be an old man’s drink. Shaddup.