This is the sound of me chickening out.
I had written a post early in the morning, but I kept having to put it in drafts, only to come back to it several times.
Since I kept starting and stopping while writing, I reached point wherein I realized that I’d lost my train of thought after the fourth or fifth time because we were flying to DC for the week this afternoon.
It was definitely a major case of Postus Interruptus.
So here I am drinking an apple pie moonshine.