God, hes left as on aur oun.
Now why didn’t I think of that before?
On this long night of unexpected work at the “day” job, on a weekend which was to have been devoted to catching up on totally buggered deadlines and procrastinated household chores, I at least have this simple idea to console me:
A gin martini softened with single-malt Laphroaig rather than the more typical vermouth. A couple of olives, and—
Well. Two of ’em set me up quite nicely on the dinner break.
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We have become so obsessed with productivity and correctness that anything that smells of leisure becomes, immediately, associated with decadence and excess.
And we really need the nap back.
Oooooooo . . . baby!
Gonna try me that Scottish Martini trick.