2 down, 2 to go. 1 spare: not pursuing.

"As with all Havana Club rums, ageing is a vital part of the creation of Cuban Barrel Proof. Don Jose Navarro blends carefully-selected aged rums that will compose the base for Cuban Barrel Proof. It is then "finished" in specially-selected younger oak casks in order to reawaken its oak aroma and bouquet." - havana-club.com

I've come to realize lately that I am really bad at "the in-between times." The realities of my lifestyle these days mean that I have a pretty rigorous amount of scheduling in any given day - but if I get to a null patch, say 20 minutes, before I have to go do something, I pretty much get completely capsized by that time period. I actually become anxious about it. If I can't find something to blog or something to tidy I pretty much start pulling my hair out. It would be ever so considerate of life if it could somehow do away with these "in-between times," by thoughtfully balling all of my commitments together into lock-stepped block chanks that I can flow directly between if I finish one early. Then whatever spare change is left on the table at the end of the game, I can slip into my pocket and go buy a fucking taco. Seriously! A temporal taco, is that so much to ask?

The "in-between times" aversion seems to also apply to committing to starting anything I won't have time to finish, waiting for other shoes to drop, and getting up early for work in the morning. Oh, the things we learn about ourselves. For example, this week I did the stupidest thing I have done since, most likely, August of 2005. Beat that, Internet!

"Gentlemen... hoist the colours." - Captain Elizabeth Swann