Well, here I am.

I put my bike under the cover, I didn’t mow the lawn, and I set the sprinklers to go on occasionally, hopefully spurring the growth of new grass in my half-dead-and-half-jungle yard. Fucking yardwork.  Here’s the problem – I want to have a great, lush yard and gardens, but I’m never home to deal with it.  Quandary.  I’m sad that I can’t ride my bike, too, but this tour is making me the money I need to insure it and to pay tickets and such that I’m sure I owe.  2010 has been a pretty good year for getting myself into less trouble than I’m getting into, but it’s barely a third complete, so I’ve got plenty of time.

I’m just about starved out on the whole JVS/Tech front, but I do believe that I could manage to get more work if (again) I was home to deal with it.  I’m starting to sound like a broken record.  Records were like CDs… wait, no one remembers those, either.  They were these huge black disks that people used to play music and occasionally they’d skip, repeating the same section over and over…

My wine is in secondary, and I can’t check on it until I get home, so I have to just forget about it for now.  When I started the siphon, I got to taste a little and it tasted like a cross between grape juice and wine, so I guess that’s pretty good for now.  I don’t know what else will happen to the must to make it wine, but something, probably, right?  Also, I don’t know if there’s enough must in the carboy – it’s not full up to the neck, so maybe there’s too much air on the wine?  Man, it’s amazing how little shit I know, huh?