BEER YEAR comeback in the works

When I stopped the BEER YEAR after completing about half of it, something inside me died. Ever since, I have smelled its rotting corpse, each day all the viler and more pungent. (The aroma was strong dead beast, with some oak notes and an iodine-like quality.) That dreadful smell comes from the remains of my sense of daily purpose, once held aloft by a small contribution to the beer world in the form of patronage and tasting notes.

So I've decided to start it back up, picking up from where I left off and continuing all the way to beer #365. This will probably start next week, and probably with a bang.

See you then.