The Misadventures of Mile High Greg

I decided to visit Denver's newest brewery today.  I won't mention it by name, but a quick search of "Westword" would reveal my location. My brewery visits are usually solo affairs where I end up communing with my laptop and occasionally creating things of great importance. This place was crowded, which is to be expected given its new status, and there were children everywhere. The sight of youngsters in a brewery has always been something that bothers me. Breweries are places I go to get away from children and I become upset when my inner zen is ruined. I do like children, which is important given my career choice as an educator. However, I struggle in environments where there is no structure and children are allowed to run wild. (I considered this thought while a child screamed "Paw Patrol!" while running around my table for the fourth or fifth time.) This is made worse by the lack of authority I have in these environments. I can’t tell the children...

As an avid runner, a klutzy eater, and someone who has dealt with hyperhidrosis as a medication side effect for years, laundry occupies a particularly troublesome place in my life.  It's rare that I can re-wear anything, even if I've only had it on for a couple hours and moving into an apartment without in-unit laundry facilities has made my all-consuming relationship with dirty clothes all the more challenging. Couple this with the fact that I own an excessive amount of clothes, even after the application of the ways of Marie Kondo (apparently everything brings me joy), and the fact I've gone through an horrendous few months a work, where I've been left with little free time, and dirty laundry was beginning to occupy every corner of my tiny studio apartment.  Really, when leisure time is at a premium, would you rather do laundry or go to run club?  Run club usually come with beer (and occasionally bar trivia), so it obviously wins out.  Plus, laundry was not going...