The Rift tends to be quiet on Sunday mornings. I have tried not to examine this too closely, since contemplating the fact for too long can give one funny ideas about religion. I prefer to believe the Rift wants us to have heart-shaped waffles and coffee in bed at least one day a week, so that we do not give up all hope of saving the world and move to somewhere Caribbean.
It's a nice time to work on side-projects, as well, like last week's suggestion that we set up a brewery in the sub-levels, where there's plenty of space for it. We do have quite a few vats, cauldrons, siphons, flasks, pipes, crankshafts, hoovers, saucepans, and various other things that you probably need for brewing. Do we need a fusion machine of any kind? We have two!
Anyway, I've done the important bit, I feel, which is to make properly interesting and entertaining labels.
As soon as someone tells me how many miles of copper piping we need I shall build the still.