fingers poised over the keyboard...

My baby is asleep. Amy Winehouse is crooning from my computer speakers. The great Melbourne winds that left branches and even a whole tree strewn across my street the day before last have subsided and the sun is shining through the slats of the blinds in my office window.

The stage is set for a nice writing day.

If only the taste of dark chocolate melting in my mouth wasn't the very last piece in the house...