My virtue, let me show it you

[desperance]

It's 3.30, and since lunch I have been pottering about with my shirt off, alternately writing paragraphs and grubbing dandelions out of the back lawn. Now about to get serious with what is probably my last work-session of the day (Karen's coming home at five and we're heading out to an appointment) - which means that on a hot cloudless day above all, my mind turns inexorably to thoughts of gin. But it's only 3.30, and I should probably keep sober; so am heating water for a cup of tea. Sencha and wasabi edamame, they will just have to see me through...