thursday morn.
mourning winter.
not enough snow time
and already the weather is turning us to spring
cherry tree across the street is in full bloom and i am leg-bared in shorts
next thing you know it'll be me down at denny-blaine in a speedo
look out world.

i really do need to get my ass back in the saddle (bike) soon.
i am turning to mushed potatos, which while being nice to snuggle against for the kitties
doesn't make me feel extremely mobile or agile.

ahh, the thirties. they are just like everybody told me they would be.