The precise state of play, here'n'now

[desperance]

The banana bread (double chocolate, double dark) is in the oven. The mixing bowl is on the counter, for anyone who wants to lick it (no, Mac, this does not include you; did I mention double chocolate, double dark?). I have a glass of gin beside me; I have a wife in the clubhouse; the yard between is baked with sunshine.

There are many, many things I could be doing, here and elsewhere. I don't care. I have a book; I'm going out.