Beer is good and full of cheer and makes you well at this time of the year

Beer festival this week at work, great event but knackering, which explains why I'm sat winding down at this late hour, having finished work at midnight. The site manager at a premier museum is leaving imminently, to who knows where. The same site manager that occasionally crosses my orbit. Like a slightly more regular halleys comet. I think it's heading back out into the dark outer limits, sadly. Time stretches on and on, very strange and difficult to fathom. Kahlil Gibran talks of remembering a past harvest with joy, not guilt or regret. I should keep that at the front of my jumbled thoughts. The red hot chillie peppers sang- you only regret things you didn't do.