To Sleep, Perchance to Lager

Oktoberfest is approaching at rapid speed (approximately one thousand miles per hour at the equator, the usual speed for the passing of days by the rotation of the Earth) and in my lagering fridge I have a good German Oktoberfest lager. Last year my first draught brew was a "mocktoberfest", using alt ale yeast instead of lager yeast, but this year I should get a bit closer to that delightfully subtle amber lager of autumnal Munich, perhaps a month or two late, but such is what happens when one puts off brewing sessions for too long.

Still, lately I've experimented with sauermalzen (in low increments, undetectable), and have a patersbier in the fermentor, to be followed with a bottled tripel, which I shall consider trying to reserve for longer aging, to herald the return of spring.