Winter Solstice

I don't do well in the cold, nor the dark.

The winter solstice is usually a celebration time for me. I invite the neighbors over. I have the rare fire in the fireplace (my wife is allergic to the ash and it's a huge deal to introduce known allergens into the house). There's usually whiskey, egg nog, and wine (sometimes mulled). Guitars are picked. Songs are sung.

Tonight, there's a pandemic on. My wife is diabetic and at high risk. I'm a big fat load and at high risk. The kids would be fine. There's tons of insurance money to keep them in frozen pizzas until they graduate college.

No neighbors. No picking and singing. No whiskey. No fire. But I'm opening a bottle of wine. And it's going to be up to my wife as to whether she participates in the emptying thereof or not.