This time exacerbated by the bright moon/artificial light reflecting beautifully off the snow in the parking lot that’s outside my windows.

Hey. Ya know what? Time for me to drop some poetry on ya.

I call this one:

The Orange Glow that I doth Know (not sure that makes sense, but it sounds kinda poetical)

Oh, Orange Glow
Not to be peace for me
But to haunt me in my
waking hours
making me listless

Crap,
Did I forget to turn off the stove?
Might as well get up to check

Thank you, thank you.