I finally tell the tale of my worst night to date.  Yeah, even worse than when my dog died while on a walk with our family during COVID.  It's the weekend of our remembrance of that night, so it feels appropriate to record it.  

Fittingly, I review a bourbon that is tied to the person said night revolves around.  I brand that I really only drink on this one night a year.  

Then I recap the weekend doing some handyman jobs up at Hayley's mom's house.  Painting, shower bars (not the fun kind), etc.  

Enjoy!