Cold Product
Friday night and it’s dark out there — and quiet in here. Not a lot of traffic on the Parkway. Most of the people must already be in the city for light up night. Finishing a glass of wine before I go to bed. My shoulders are sore. This year has been full of bad things I thought would never happen. Perhaps I’ve always been too optimistic — but I liked being that way. Guess I’m getting educated, now. I miss going out. I miss a lot of things. A lot of people. My bed looks like someone took a blender to it. Think I’ll make it. Then use it.