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Currently favorite book is "Voices of the Winds", getting it from the bookshelf, I set it on the side table. I opened my 26 year old bottle of Pappy Van Winkle Bourbon I've been saving and pour myself a drink. Taking a sip, I go to the fridge and get some ice, take another sip, better. I move back out to the living room and set down my drink. Getting out my stash of MMJ, I roll myself a big fat joint using the nice sativa with a pinch of the more powerful indica just to make it a floatier, more relaxing body high, then took a few of my pain meds for my cheek. There must be no pain to distract me today. I set the thermastat at 62°, turned on my reading lamp and laid a self feeding all day fire in the grate. I lit a long heavy hardwood match and set flame to the fire. I knelt there staring into the flames burning hot and cheery.
"Probably be seeing a lot of that soon..."
With all the prepatory bullshit taken care of, I was tired. I flippantly wished I'd just stayed in bed took all of my tramadol and trazadone and went back to sleep. I always have to do things the hard way.
I settled myself in my chair next to the fire with my book and my bourbon. I looked out the window to the southwest. Its a dark, cold, dreary day. Heavy black clouds, laced with pale green covered Mt. Lee.
"Looks just like my soul."
I open my book and read, "As It Was".
