Feed the soul. Twilight falls, it's getting late. Den's a balmy fifty-eight. Trembling fingers hold a plate Inches from the fireplace grate. Like a page from yesteryear, Coal oil lamps lend atmosphere.
Major worries disappear.
Everything we need's right here. Napoleon's V.S.O.P. A glass for you, a glass for me. Listen to the firewood hiss. The world outside does not exist. Make the most of times like this.