Black Friday arrived gray and rainy on Long Island this morning.
The plop, plop sounds on the skylights provide percussive accompanyment to the crackling fire and quiet new age flute music I have playing softly in the background as I sit in a large, comfortable leather chair and read (Richardson's biography of William James).
Green tea, served from a freshly acquired pot of Japanese design, completes this morning's comforts.
Soon the family will be fully up and abuzz, but now is my time.