There are times that I feel acutely the lack of something for the simple reason that I am lacking so little else.
I am currently at my Mother’s place on Manitoulin Island. I have had for dinner a very nice roast beef and several bottles of very nice wine. I have had a bonfire with my eldest son, where I toasted marshmallows that he smeared all over his gloves. Now that he is asleep, I am drinking hot, mulled apple cider that has been cut amply with apricot brandy, and I am settling into the silence.
I want my pipe.