It’s almost Spring, right? I heard birds chirping, I saw loons or some shit on the river yesterday…It was still light out at 5:30. That’s gotta mean something.
But I’m in that slump where all I want to do is curl up in my bed, covered in a mountain of blankets, sneaking a hand out into the cold only to snatch my mug of coffee. I get why bears hibernate, now. Because they don’t have jobs to go to and bills to pay. Smart bears.
I’m back to writing longhand, so I can hole up in my little cave and scribble, sleeves pulled down over my hands and hood pulled over my head.
It’s gotta be over, soon, right?
(PS: Fuck you, shovelling.)
sniderwriter 