Glenlivet 12 with family in background

Just back to the homefire after a long road trip. Warrior's day done. Dinner prepared for me. Sun's down. Music is playing. No television anywhere. A little Scotch. Second glass already. But it's not the Scotch that's raising up the muse. No. I summon the muse whenever I want it/her. She is at my beck and call. She is in me. The drink is in me. And I need not "drink" - though I just happen to be drinking a very nice little scotch.