What a silly thing to write about, living in Florida. Maybe it works if we talk about paint. My deck needs a new coat of paint. But we might be adding on to the house, which means the deck would be destroyed. That makes me sad because I resurfaced that deck with my friends. Those friends are gone now, not dead, but elsewhere and the thought of the deck going away just cements the loneliness I feel. I was so lucky to have them in my life, keeping me sane, listening to me, inviting me for beer or watching football. Knowing I needed to be pulled out of my head, that I reveled in the vocalizing of my anger and complaints. Now it’s cold and I need a coat.