I think I've decided to suspend all thoughts of early morning boxing of the bishop from hereon. Rather than provide a much needed release, it tends to engage a part of me that for the most part remains dormant while I'm out in the world. While it is novel to notice the resulting surge in libido (mein Gott!), it's also rather distressing to be so distracted by a pair of gorgeous dark eyes or a gentle curve of a bared neck.
The distraction was pronounced enough this morning that I was trying to use the down clues for the across slots of today's crossword. I eventually gave up and started reading the Phoenix.