Well, here we are in the Berkshires.
The sun is shining.
It's cool and pleasantly breezy.
We have dinner reservations at five.
My arm and shoulder hardly hurt at all.
I'm enjoying my second glass of Tawny Port.
The C.S.O. is relaxed, smiling, and possibly amenable to sex later.
So I went to Amazon and ordered a Gibson Les Paul and a small amplifier to go with it.
What's that you say? "Knock it off, Fran" -- ? Hey, I haven't felt this good in three months.
And a month from now, I'll be hailed as the rightful successor to Alvin Lee.
(Well, maybe it will seem more plausible after my third glass of Tawny Port.)