Welcome to my Monday night, ladies and germans.

I'm sitting in our office that's beside our bedroom and I sense Dara in there, in an unsettled sleep, unconsciously awaiting my sliding in beside her, tugging the covers up to our necks and muttering a sleepy "I love you". There's a fan blowing cool, jasmine air in from our dead backyard and an empty glass where some scotch sat by my left hand.

Damn. How was your evening?