The Keys to Virtue

Lunch time. I finished my sandwich and iced tea a while ago. I've been reading, and casting guilty glances toward my keys on the table next to me. They're a reminder that what I should be doing is heading back to work. My heart isn't in it though. The weather is lovely and, by contrast, I have a boring afternoon followed by meeting which will be like watching paint dry. That's it: wingeing over. Off I go.