Bliss

A sullen sunday evening with the after taste of the conundrums of a busy hustling weekend.

Recollecting a car accident, the literary metaphor of being robbed of mobility.
People to minister to.
Bills to pay.
Dreary weather.
The eclipse of a good pre-conclusion of the week.

Dressed in comfortable clothes. A glass of cabernet sauvignon as accompaniment, a quiet house and awaiting a good hearty dinner in this cold cold weather.