No, not "whoof" as in "bark"; "whoof" as in loudly sighing mixed with mild disbelief and sinking anticipation of lots of work ahead. Like realizing you have to rake off the leaves on your lawn before winter, it is raining, and you have a three acre lawn. What brings on this state of mind you say? Realizing how much beer I have.
Little backstory: my 18 yo nephew is living with me and my mom for a gap year. He works four days a week in construction, and is involved in ROTC. He grew up in Colorado so he went back in September for an interview with his CO, and while he was gone for the week I took advantage of the car being out of the garage to reorganize it and my pantry. I had also lost one job back in August so once the bike tours were mostly done I could tear into the garage. I had come into possession of some used heavy duty storage shelf units from the lost job and thought they would be handy in the garage cleaning and reorganization. Long story short, a week later I had completely reorganized my gear and beer storage areas. Good news: being organized, finding stuff I had forgotten about, and being able to find it easier now. Bad news: discovering just how much beer I have. I stopped counting at 96 cases.
That's correct. Your eyes are not deceiving you. 96 cases. NINETY-SIX CASES. Most are commercial beers and most have the alcoholic backbone for long term cellaring. Most are made for long term cellaring anyway. Many are not and need to be drunk. So, I set up an shelving unit just for the "consume soon" beer with about 12 cases. Expect some reviews here soon. I took a couple cases with me on a road trip to Fruita Co and drank a case and a half. Some were good, others on the downhill slide.

This was on the downhill slide. Don't remember any details of the bottling date, alcohol percentage, or tastes. I was pretty far into my cups as the British would say (as apparent from the lack of focus in the photo). I do remember it being very uncarbonated, and a bit malty despite being a double black IPA.

This Oskar Blues IPA was just fine. Caught it in time.
So, "Whoof" as in I have a job ahead of me: drinking 96 cases of beer.