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.