But today, it came with a price. As I was washing up afterwards, the cutting board that we keep leaning up against the wall next to the sink crashed over, right on my hydrometer. Needless to say, that poor piece of equipment is no more. May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest, hydrometer.
Fortunately, I have a spare, so other than mourning a hydrometer I'd had for several years, there's no real tragedy here. I just need to remember to order another one when I place an order next time, and that probably won't be for a month or more. I have two full kegs, one of which I haven't even tapped yet.
Oh, the humanity!
