It is often the case that the Nymph snoozes on a bit in the morning after I’m up and drinking my coffee and sitting quietly at my computer. Usually she’s under a flannel sheet, but sometimes she tosses and turns and casts it off. Her resultant state of sleepily abandoned undress is always worth beholding.

I cannot deny a sort of theoretical temptation to take pictures of her like that and show them to you. But That Would Be Wrong.

More to the point, it might make her unhappy, and I’m not going there.

She stirs…