That kind of night

I work in some funny places. Freelancing affords that kind of freedom, attached to which is the responsibility to get the work done. That has necessitated whipping out the ol' laptop wherever I can: in various waiting rooms, coffee shops, the back deck of the boat, the laundry room, the car ("Could you pull over at that Nice 'n Easy, Brian? They have wi-fi and I need to upload this stuff...").

Tonight, it means enjoying a fleeting pleasure. I wait every winter for it: Continue reading