The dog sleeps contentedly, the chores remain caught up.
Looks around for something else to do, but the eye rests on nothing undone.
Even the cat has been waxed, and run off yowling.
(It is not my cat, but a friendly neighborhood stray. I fear I may have offended it.)
Nothing for it then.
Pours Japanese green tea in fancy Thai teacup.
Opens file and at last, and begins to write.