I really really wanted to brew today. I have planned to make a traditional mead (read: plain honey with nothing else added) and put a case back to be gifted to folks on the next Leap Year Day in 4 years. But as I look at the little clock on the bottom of my screen, I see that it is officially 12:02 a.m. and my carboys are all still empty.
We had a terrifically full day with work including meeting with our sales rep, romping through the Denver Gem Show and getting a few great deals along with restocking the basics, and cooking a healthy dinner. But it became pretty clear long about 10 p.m. when we were finishing dinner that brewing was not going to happen.
So I have been debating with myself about the difference of a day or two for my plan. It's not really like Leap Year Day is based on a cool celestial occurrence - like the Spring Equinox (brewed a braggot last year with Pamela that took a First at the Colorado State Fair). Or even a full moon day, which is supposed to be an amazing time to brew. It's just an odd artificial catch-up day to keep our silly calendar from creeping away from actual wild natural time.
So if I happened to brew on Sunday and well, just sort of labeled the carboy 2/29/08 approx. would it really matter? In 4 years, would 2 days matter? Would the integrity of the celebration be less?
Another thing that kept me from brewing is I am still struggling with being sick. My husband tells me he is better but still weak from the fever he ran for several weeks. I keep bouncing congestion between my head and my upper chest with a sinus infection that comes and goes. I can't remember have a cold for this long ever. I am better, but feel sort of fragile about it. I bundle up and try to stay super warm all the time. I have been drinking a ton of water. We've gone through 6 bottles of astragalus and there are bottle of Zicam everywhere. It's sort of an item of stubbornness to not go to the doctor at this point. I am close enough to being well that even if antibiotics were something that the doctor would prescribe, I feel like it would be the quitter's way out. This being said, if I do somehow get bad again, I will go.
I keep debating the flu shot and the movie "I am Legend" keeps popping up in my brain. What if the flu shot makes me a flesh eating zombie? It could happen. Don't judge me.
The good news is my right thumb joint is better. I sprained/over worked it before Christmas spinning with some really gnarly fiber. I had to put my wheel away up in the studio to keep me from turning to it as relaxation. I am going to start slowly back to spinning and only work with good fiber. I may treat myself to a commercial carding of the last of the CVM fleece that I have. It's nice to be able to work zippers and pry the lid of of the Vitamin I (ibuprofen) jar.