I went out for a beer with my wife, instead. I half-regret to say that I feel no shame at this. I mean, the work still has to be done, but: went out for a beer with my wife. I feel that this took precedence.
Devil of a time finding food, though. Why some localities are difficult about letting brewpubs serve food while others are not is a matter of some bemusement to me. I wouldn’t mind it so much if the rules were consistent.
Given the positive impact of Mrs Lane on your work, (to say nothing of your *actual life*), we as an audience could hardly object.