simple things

It’s the simple things. Last night, I had a friend over and we grilled steaks with baked spuds and grilled sweet onions all washed down by copious amounts of Yuengling Lager. I built a fire in the outside fireplace and the snow was coming down as we noshed on my fruit and cheese plate, we waited for the meat to be grilled to perfection. Later after devouring the lot of it, I dug some Cuban cigars out of the bottom of my humidor and we had some old cognac as we laughed the evening away. Men talking of sports and religion and politics while enjoying the simplest but finest of things is one of the reasons why the material existence strengthens the spiritual well being. I crawled into a warm bed next to my wife, full and happy, and thanked God for tender mercies.

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