How I spend my evenings

A verbal snapshot: sitting on a collapsed blue cotton covered sofa, dog snoring to one side, telly blaring to the other, laptop balancing, teetering, on my left thigh, the rest of my leg tucked under the other, which is extended and resting upon a small wooden slatted garden table, all the while mixing typing with eating homegrown stewed apples. There are times when I think

There are times when I don't. This is one of them.