Charlotte's working late...

So it's just me, my BFF Chairman Mao (he's a refugee from a Shanghai flea market), today's NYT and a perfect margarita. I'm sitting under the back porch while it's raining. And I'm waiting for the charcoal to burn enough to throw on a nice big slab of Copper River Sockeye from Alaska.

Except for my wife not being here: what could be better?