“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.” ― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
Whenever I wear this sweater, I honestly feel like Ishmael, ready to set to sea. Perhaps I'm itching for some wanderlusting as it's been a while since I've gone anywhere, perhaps it IS time to set to sea. Alas, let me not bring you down, but merely note the fact Thanksgiving in around the corner! I think it's safe to say, let the Alcoholidays begin!
