spring?

presently,
it's 4 degrees outside.
huh?
yes, above zero.
huh?
oh, really?
i'm being a baby?
awwwwww, man.
neighbors,
it's spring.
the ley lines and lateral motion and orbital trajectory of the earth
have all aligned to bring about a fifty-fifty split of light and dark.
yeah.
the bright side is as long as the downside,
and they're balanced precariously along a point in the midday that promises
to pivot us towards more day and less night.....
and while that cosmic circumnavigatory struggle unfolds
in the firmament of a far far bigger picture above and beyond us all,
it's still only four degrees out.
LAME!
also,
it's not just the vernal equinox.
nope.
it's also my ma's berfday.
yes, it is.
and the answer, to the beatles' song is yes.
hmmm?
oh, c'mon, duders, keep up.
the question is-
will you still need me, will you still feed me, when i'm sixty four?
...and here's the thing,
i'm going to see my daughter in a school play matinee tomorrow,
in the sappy crapslaps of connecticut,
but,
i'm bringing my ma a cake for her belated-by-one-day berfday,
and the ensuing sensational celebration.
yuuuuuuuup.
so, the answer is yes. clearly.
at the very least, i'll still feed you when you're sixty-four.
in fact,
it isn't just some budget store-bought box-mix sh!tsmear sheet cake i'm bringing.
i mean, c'mon.
what are you?
an A*-hole?
don't be a turd.
we're talking about the activation that only happens in the well-loved oven of
the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress, and that is never anything but expert.
you'd do well to believe that.
but if it isn't some phoned-in doo-doo gesture,
then what IS it?
well,
it's a fresh baked a ball of sunshine,
covered in sparkly yellow happiness,
and sprankles.
don't believe me?
check the teleport:

see??
lemon on lemon on lemon on lemon on lemon.....
so much lemony sweet sugar cakey hottness,
especially to bring that warm feeling to these cold northern lands.
there's lemon juice, and lemon extract, and lemon pudding IN the batter-
there's lemon zest, and lemon oil, too.
and that goes double for the frosting.
ha!
three shades of lemony colormatch swatches for those frosty citrus-spiked
butterycreme goobieblops that edge up and hem in all the cakey crumble within,
and zest and yellow sugar crystals for that little something exxxtra.
i know about cake.
i also know about other other kinds of cake, too.
teleport:

i wake up, and i get busy.
and that includes treating myself to panniecakes when spring is on the calendar,
but winter is in the air.
mmhmmm.
*
today promises to be a blur of tattzaps and logic traps,
with plenty of endurance and stamina checks and balances.
how much of the blithering babble of the folks i work with will it take
before the berserker barbarian battle-beast emerges,
and there's a rupture in the lively and spirited snarky smugness,
where all the animal animosity and bestial belligerence i hold back,
as their innocuous but inane banal blather instigates barely-in-check
savage stormswept raging werewolf fury?
it's a question i ask myself every single day.
am i building an immunity to their driveling sniveling mealy-mouthed mutterings
at exactly the rate that they increase the dosage of nattering chatter?
jeez.
it's spring, but i'm hoping that it isn't today that i become uncoiled.
haha.
i guess we'll find out what else today is the day for as it progresses.
it's all really happening,
berfday, equinox, bludgeoning-
this is it;
never quiet, never soft.....