Today has been a beautiful day. I don't mean the weather. That has been cold and unforgiving, with winds blowing hard enough to rock cars on the road, making my apartment creak and groan in tune with the howling.
Not the town I live in either. A small village of about 2000 people, with nothing bigger than a Food Lion up on the hill by way of amenities, and even that isn't as well stocked as I would like or am used to.
Not my sleeping habits, as evidenced by me being awake at nearly 3 in the morning to type this.
But, as I sit in my computer chair, the soft light of my monitor casting shadows in the room, and sip an 18 year old scotch (Glenfiddich), like liquid amber in a rocks glass to use a cliche'd phrase, I realize my only pressing concern, the only thing that weighs on my mind. . . is that my glass is almost empty.