So tired and blah and gumby I won’t, I can’t have anything worthwhile to scrawl here. On a plane to LA, well, Sacto to BUR, drunk, or at least should be (remove that last comma). A totally unsatisfactory drunk. Buzz killed by standing in line. It had such promise, too. Beer on the ferry, beer at CC and it all seemed good. The Maker’s Mark might have been a bad call. Ugh. Now I’m just stuffed and will try to read.