The Little Black Book of Riddles
The cold wind, passing by, blowing by to the east. The neighborhood is rather empty. The foul weather has drawn everyone inside, close to their furnaces and fireplaces. I, on the other hand, find this an opportune time. Traffic will be light, checkout lines will be sure to be short. Rather me, I love it when it's like this, allowing me to indulge in conveniences I wish I could every day.
