Mmmm.

So I bottled off some of the cyser (as per a previous entry, as I may be giving some away tomorrow). And as I finished off the bottle, I spilt a little on the webbing of my hand, and sucked it off, because, well, that's what one does.

Good stuff.

So I drew off a glassful for Kevin and me to split.

He's surprised at how good it is. Hell, so am I.

It's mellowed enough that it tastes like a mead, too. A couple weeks ago it was sharp and tasted like a straight cider.

114 words!

It's not much, but . . . hell, it's 114 more than I've written the past few weeks.

I'd probably generate more but Kevin and I are going out to dinner and a movie now.

Yay for getting unstuck and just kicking the damn transition until it gives.