The lights are off. I'm leaning back in a big cushy chair with my feet up. My laptop is on my lap, and I'm mousing casually on my chest with the optical mouse. A gas-burning stove with faux logs is warming my side, illuminating the hardwood floor over to the bay windows, out which I can see christmas lights, shining from the ropes and poles of a hundred boats, filling up the harbor. Richard Wagner's 'Tannhauser' is playing, and I'm biting occasionally on a vegetable snack tray, and drinking 'Norfolk Punch' straight from a glass bottle.
Q: Where am I, and what am I doing?
A: I'm at work, working, amigos!!