The Business of Gravy, Introduction

Man, I'm too tired tonight to do an entry. The weariness is understandable, since I spent all weekend making gravy. No, 'making gravy' has nothing to do with poo poo or a tawdry sex act. However, much like a tawdry sex act, it involved a whisk and some fried chicken drippings, and my hands were covered in grease burns at the end. More info tomorrow.