"Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping—anon-anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!"
My ass, Bill. Long rainy day ahead; I'll try and post something tonight. Can you tell what kind of month it's been by the post count? Busy. Rainy. Tired.
Wait - March decided to throw a last hate at us! Here's the hailstorm from yesterday afternoon:
Well okay, then!
Bye, March!
Hey, not too long ago, you were contemplating unemployment and doing a career reset at 50.
ReplyDeleteNow you complain about small stuff like rain, the demands of others and the state of your bones.
Sounds to me like life is looking up."
Ael: I do appreciate the work, but it sure is nice when, like rain, it comes on in the right amount. Too much and you get drowned, too little and you die of thirst.
ReplyDeleteThe thing is, we're still slow overall. It's just this week and the last have been insane. Next week I'll probably be stressing about the LACK of work. Human is never appreciating what you have when you have it...
I hear you Chief.
ReplyDeleteActually, I think it is genetic.
Happy, frolicking critters either get eaten, or starve because they wasted their energy budget.
Paranoid, miserly critters survive long enough to foster the next generation.
I teach my kids magical phrases which they can listen for, to ward off feelings of complacency and entitlement.
These phrases include such favorites as "Would you like to supersize those?" and the ever popular "Thank you, drive through!"
That picture looks quite miserable. I get depressed in constant drear weather.
ReplyDeleteThis week, we have gone from 64 to 84 degrees in a couple of days. Where did my beloved 70 degree temps go? That lack of transition makes this area tough. It brings on ideas of last May's 10 straight days of 100+ (up to 110!) degrees ...