1. Cragganmore.  Particularly of the 12-year-old variety.  Elizabeth, with gentle coaching from Brad, offered this to me this evening in celebration of a recently completed project.  The only thing that is preventing me from getting completely fuzz-bombed on the stuff right now is that it is entirely too fine a product with which to get completely fuzz-bombed.

2. The Museum of Natural History.  I visited this fine institution once again today, and once again was a kid in an academic candy store.  A candy store with giant replicas of the universe and the fossilized carcasses of carnivorous predatory beasts.  To me, it just doesn’t get much better than that.

3. Elizabeth.

In an effort to similarly simply things when talking about “my sister” and “my brother-in-law”, I will henceforth simply call them Lynnita and Brad.

“My brother-in-law” is what tore it.  It takes me about ten minutes to type that out, what with the hyphens and all, and if I refer to him twice in one paragraph I pretty much need to book a vacation day when I’m done.