a savage case of the most serious mondays.

work?
nope.
more like job.
there's absolutely no work to be done.
at all.
frosty, frozen, windy, weak-sauce sorcery?
sure thing, neighbors-
we've got lots of that hangin' out and about...
but no gainful monetarily-compensated tatzappin' action.
boooo.
(bronx cheers ensue, duders)
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it's a slow one, y'all.
up here, in the woodsly goodness.
a day of solar glaring, harum-scarum daring,
devil-may-caring, and buyer-bewaring.
there will be dinner, and family togetherness times,
and all kinds of in-law lawlessness.
brothers, sisters, mothers, babies.
all over the flippin' place.
the sap is flowing in every maple tree in the forest,
and the ice dams have released their hold on the rivers,
but the hourglasses are molto myopic,
concentrating their short-sighted focus ferociously into
laserbeams of boring boring boredom,
superheated, but super-sluggish as well.
that's a terrible twosome, my ninjas.
hot and slow, sorta.
that's the way the cookies are crumbling, i suppose.
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out like a lion, duders.
as if even the natural order of things is a month behind.
maybe i'll get may showers after a soft out-like-a-lamb april.
who knows?
not me.
i'm in the mystery zone,
the backflap lost pages of the ever-unfolding
secret universal plans.
and the very best laid plans, folks....
...well,
you know the rest.
nature is winning.
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....