One of life's sad truths is that, far too often, one thing must end before another can begin.
In my case, I must die before I can live. I must.
My power is out tonight. It's out all over the place I guess.
I've been sitting in my living room, watching a fake log burn in my fireplace. I'm drinking a Schlenkerla Marzen. It's kinda nice.
Fires are always nice until their fuel starts to run out. Then they sputter frantically, flames licking wildly upward, as if by putting on a good show, they can buy themselves some more time.
But it does them no good. After a while, their fuel spent, the flames die. After a while, all that are left are ashes.
I have plenty of fake logs, and it's still fairly warm in my house.
I'll be okay, I think.