Some very scary news this morning out of Dublin. There was a fire at the St James’s Gate Brewery brewery. Fortunately, while two firefighters were injured, it appears that the fire occurred in an empty storage building, so no beer was harmed. Likewise, the Guinness Storehouse tourist center was unscathed. Thank goodness for that. Everybody know that Santa stops off at the Gravity Bar for a pint or two when he’s done delivering presents on Christmas Eve.

Yesterday was our office Christmas Party, which we have at a nearby “Pizza Pub.” I’m generally not much for parties, I did see an infomercial (couldn’t hear it, but I could see it) for the Rockwell Jawhorse, which looks pretty nifty, and would come in very handy for trying to work alone (especially if you add the “Plywood Jaw”). So, I may have to order one of those suckers.

I’m pretty beat this morning, having gotten almost no sleep last night (which seems to be more the norm these days than the exception). One of the dogs apparently pulled a muscle or tweaked something yesterday, with the result being loud yelps when ever he tries to move. So, every time he rolled over or moved last night, he squealed. Not only did that keep me up, but it freaked out the other dog, who was panting and shaking like a leaf all night. I’m definitely running on empty this morning, and this promises to be one helluva long day.