Must. Stop. Listening!

Oh the terrible, gruesome and sad coverage of the explosions in Boston goes on and on.  I just now shut off the radio.  I’ve had it on, oh, four hours.  Just a little overkill I’d say.  Excuse me if that’s a pun, I don’t know.  I’m on autopilot.  I think I have a little bit of PTSD.  I was warming some soup in the microwave, it popped and I screamed.  GOD it’s good I live alone.  How would I explain THAT?

We are having another attack of Lucifer Dust, so far we have about six or seven inches and we’re supposed to get another six inches through the night.  The birds are still flying around, because it’s Spring and they wanna get busy!  Spring is such a horny season, isn’t it?  There. I said it.  Everybody knows it’s true.  Give me that delicious sunshine already, Spring!  It’s about time I bust out a haiku on Spring.

I Love Macro 1

Spring you old Devil

Bring me your warmth and sunshine

Stop being a tease