I don't know why people say it's a hard thing to be drinking at 9am on Tuesday.
Actually, it's quite easy. The house is quiet, it's a very productive time of the day.
Draining hot water heaters, fixing sliding doors, adding hat hooks in the laundry room, etc.
BUT, in this case, didn't get my first beer until a bit after noon. Our first sunny day after about a week and a half of absolute wintry crap, so I spent the time eating a sauteed mushroom and onion quesadilla with creme fraiche, avacado and homemade salsa and scallios on the back patio on the new firetruck red patio furniture.
Had to have a beer with that, no?

Picture my quesadilla on the small red table, and my big ass in the surprisingly comfortable red chair