There is a breeze making the trees sigh and whisper. And someone is mowing the lawn in the next block. The sun is shining and all is right with the world. Today is May as May should be, gentle, sweet, shining.
And I don't want to do anything. No. Nothing. Not blog. Accordion? No way. Write? Nah. Clean, maybe? You MUST be kidding. OK, how about digging up that flowerbed? You know, the one I plan to plant tomatoes in? GET OUT OF HERE!!!!
I don't want to call a friend, visit family members. To indicate how very far-reaching this sense of Spring-induced ennui has become, I. Don't. Even. Want. To. READ... gasp.